New Year then. New Mary then?
In my new life, there are plenty of things That's funny. I bite into it like an apple tart very, and it stings all sweet. There's the bakery - obviously. Good taste of good bread. In a great name to boot. But there is that in this world, I do not want to get excited too early, so I'd rather have my little life beside it. My life of Mary, when I am not a baker, for when I go to the theater or concert with heeled shoes. And this decline is really good. I long to acquire it, but what fun at last. Then there is work, work atmosphere, there is the new studio-one cozy little empty-brighter, with the small oven where already have been CHARGED nice sourdough loaves, and then there are friends, cafes, Ste Anne, the red seats of Parisian rooms,
My last year of apprenticeship, my last year of zen, my last year the student rate, I am satisfied, I am happy, bubbly, empailletée. And so I will build.
the way, ladies and gentlemen.
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