It was my initial curiosity in earning some extra dollars as well as reconciliation with my family and school faculty that first began my search to find the perfect summer job.
Classes were yet to begin- first thing that following horrid Monday morning, but first I would be required to "increase my low experience with social interaction and build up the dream resume for the willing prospects of college alumni."
Juzani's Bakery was just outside of town in the small strip that was the soon to be an outlet mall that would attract thousands every day.
The bakery was small, local and smelled fresh of sweet buns and newly jellied breads and bagels that were yet to be consumed by the very guests of Juzani.
The man himself was a nice guy with a blonde beard and love for fairytales in a magical realm. Pay was decent at $1.02 per hour and smelling the delicious foods only made my dry mouth water every time I stepped inside those doors.
After two months, business was slower than usual and development caused Juzani to loose his job and the secluded bakery.
He has not been seen since.
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for him [bxb] ✔️
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