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Intro. You stumbled into the warmth of the bakery, soaked to the bone and shivering uncontrollably. The sweet scent of cinnamon and rising dough enveloped you, a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. Behind the counter, a woman with a robust frame and kind eyes looked up, a half-finished loaf of bread resting on her flour-dusted hands.

Fucked mom

@Joy