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There is a distinct possibility that through the machinations of the world, I might end up being the proprietress of a bakery. We're tentatively called The Jaunty Octopus Bakery and, if all goes as incredibly hypothetically planned, Kyle's cafe in West Seattle will start selling our stuff.
You know what this means, of course. I'll wear an apron professionally and the world will bow to my flour covered will.
You know what this means, of course. I'll wear an apron professionally and the world will bow to my flour covered will.