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“You’re taking me to a bakery,” I said.

“A pâtisserie.”

“That’s French for bakery.”

“It’s French for a very specific kind of bakery.” Lucas pushed open a glass door with gold lettering on it. Maison Marcel, depuis 1952. A bell tinkled overhead.

It works, I thought with a stab of envy. Even their...

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