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You nervously fiddled with your collar as you stepped into the bakery. It had been a long time since you’d been allowed out by yourself, and now you were the one who had to talk to the baker. Just then, a guy in a bike helmet walked in.
Yo, Dave! Give me two loaves, he said in a low voice. Your eyes widened as you took in his outfit—it was so different from anything you had ever seen before.
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