You wouldn't have known it to be a bakery. That building on the corner, about a block and a half from the Junior Huis, looked like a mechanic's garage from the outside. Large garage doors. Vans that were perpetually outside. I passed it nearly every day on my way to mass or my college--at all hours--and never did I smell the sweet scent that
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