It was a pale morning, with a crispy fog in the air. I woke up, in my bed, holding the soft quilts over my shoulder. Then, once I begin to realise what is happening and get the sleep out of my eyes, I sit up. I was a strange child. I never had many friends. Today was my birthday, my birthday wish was breadman. Only Breadman.
I climbed downstairs. Quietly, I walked into the kitchen and poured some 'Bread-flakes'. Wait... Bread-flakes aren't a cereal... I turned around -- Breadman stood there, tall and proud, holding a baguette. It looked divine. He walked toward me with a baguette in his hands. Mmm.... baguettes...
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