At exactly 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Rafael locked the door and shuttered the bakery. He had the last of the bread in his arms, two baguettes and one round sourdough, all of the regular variety. He scouted, as he always did, half in and half out of the real world, as he made his way up the street and around the corner to the homeless shelter.
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This is a Plagiarized and Spun story from the story Baker - by Sheila Massie
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Creating new accounts to plagiarize on and try to cheat the system and milk the rewards pool is theft and Fraud.