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Word Count: 100
Hot breath mists my surface and fingerprints dull my shine, but I do not care. The press of bodies against my crystal pane warms me … and I am thankful for such human touches. Basking in their silent awe, they peer through me with an enthralling hunger. I am the selfish barrier shielding a myriad of scents. The teasing bouquet of freshly baked breads coalesces with the pungent scent of cinnamon that invades the room I so valiantly guard. I am not saddened when they leave empty-handed. They will return, for I am the portal to their sugary soul.
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