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It's been so long!!!! You wouldn't believe how busy I've been with shit. Although I've had some serious writers block.
I've missed y'all! Comment please, I love them. Not as much as I love you, though! ;)
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I was going to a new place on the corner, 'Michello's'. It was a bakery. It's not actually new, but it's new to me. I moved in two months prior to finding out about Michello's.
I lived by myself, well, I actually had a roommate. But I like to pretend I'm lived by myself just to boost my imaginary independence.
My roommates name was Ario. A beautiful black haired girl who had the face of a porcelain doll.
I turned to the right, walking past a wall of stores but only one was in my mind. Ario had gone to it the other night with her partner and said they had a type of bread called Razino which was 'absolutely incredible!' So that's what I planned to get.
I removed my numb hands from my pockets and pushed the freezing door open; immediately hit with the warmth of the store and smell of fresh baked items.
"benvenuto!" A short Italian man shouted from behind the counter where items were displayed in glass containers.
"Why, hello." I said as I approached the counter. The man, a kind looking bald man with a dark mustache, smiled widely.
"Hello, sir. How are you? I'm afraid I haven't seen you here before."
I was surprised by his true assumption, New York is a big place filled with thousands of people, how could he know who comes in and out of his bakery?
"You're correct. My friend Ario and her partner came here the other night and told me I just had to come and try something called a...Razino?" The man beamed and his smiled widened even more.
"Oh sì! Mi ricordo! Very nice girl. Smart for liking the Razino, it's a favorite of mine." The man said, turned and grabbing a good sized swirled shaped piece of bread, using a paper type fabric to grab it from the racks which were radiating heat to keep them nice and warm.
"On the house." He said kindly. I shook me head with a small smile, "I couldn't. I'd love to pay you."
The man passed me the piece.
"No no, I absolutely insist!" I accepted the bread but still took money from my wallet and gave him a tip.
He thanked me for the money and went back to an old newspaper he was looking at, occasionally looking at his oven to make sure his food didn't burn.
I sat down in a chair in the corner as I ate the delicious Razino, a few people came and ordered, sitting down and chatted quietly. I, contently, read a book in the corner as I ordered about two more Razino's which he, who I learned is named Mike, gave to me for free, again.
The quiet and calming setting was soon shattered when an attractive, Italian boy bursted inside.
His face showing nothing more then anger and disgust.
People were startled by this sudden action of the boy and flinched, I just observed with interest.
"What the fuck, papa! Come ti permetti! Hai preso custodia Abelie! She is not yours to take, you evil little man!"
The boy who looked around twenty shouted at Mike.
The costumes were surprised by the loud shouting and the sigh from Mike.
"Son-"
"No no, I'm not finished! How dare you, little man! She works so hard and you take her daughter away? So what? So my dear sister can live alone with a bed which her child used to sleep in!?"
He shouted.
