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The Baker Never Fights Fair
my love is an adjoinder of sweet rolls nestled in the haven of an ever-loving oven rising to the occasion of inspiration evidenced by tenderoma of filling holes leavened by a level heavy gaze recognizable as ready, ripe by the firm but malleable phenotype mouthwatering upon sight of the glaze sweeter than a German eclair taunting the denied to despair when funds are in less repair the baker never fights fair
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