Intro

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“I like your accent,” he said, reaching for the pastry I pointed out from under the glass counter.

“Thanks, I like yours, too,” I told him.

“Well, here you go. Enjoy,” he handed me my order in a bag.

I thanked him again, paid, and left the bakery.

At that moment, I had no idea that he would be so important to me.

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