If it’s a sin to covet my neighbor’s goods, then let me sin religiously in the name of starvation. Blame it on the insane aroma of newly baked bread around the block.
The one month old Baker’s Percent store right next to the building where I live hasn’t stopped tossing pizza breads and long Johns in their classy eco-friendly bags. I eat them morning, noon and evening, especially when I’m writing.
They have personal size cakes, rolls, uraro, egg pie, hopia, tikoy roll, ensaimada, pork chicharon, macaroons and a lot more.
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