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, as well as the light rain. I sighed. I forgot my umbrella, and I would have to walk 2 blocks home when I

still had the old fashioned brick oven, and they still loved to make the bread like his forefathers before. I

first time. His son, Jerald was the first not to take over the bakery. He didn’t want to because over the years, the mafia had begun to muscle ‘protection money’ out

one came, so I figured, at 12am, to close. There was a single loaf of bread Mr. Smith made for me, as a thank you for staying late, and I put it in a plastic bag with the money

ly kept road slowly became more dirty, and less kept. The streets became more ragged, and I had to step over a few large cracks in the sidewalk. I turned the corner, almost home, right at the

ded to pass to get to my apartment. The hair on the back of my head stood and I gulped. I liked dogs as much as anyone else, but I didn’t want to get attacked. I didn

se than a stray dog… a mugger! I turned to run, but my arm was put in a vicelike grip before I could take 3 steps. I

at out of my chest, taking the opportunity to fumble for my keys in my pocket. I ran without looking back, hearing snarling. The man must’ve gotten attacked by the stray, and I w

ause of the questions they would ask. I audibly grunted. I am probably going to lose my job and have to move back home... I can’t lie to Mr. Smith! He was the only man in this town to give me a chance when I moved from Sapphire City. I

hey never came. Maybe they got arrested….? I got out the shower, disgusted with myself about what I had thought and still scared for what would happen

body. Someone had broken into my house! I whipped around looking for any way they could’ve gotten into this 30 story building. T

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me… the same as the Mayor