There were cast iron frying pans, screws of every size, shovels, paint, and children’s toys.
I bought a hook on which to hang my hat.
L’epi de ble French Bakery, 1757 Main Street
“Do you have croissants?” I asked. “No, we’re all out,” she said. “When it’s cold outside everyone wants croissants.”
“Then I’ll have a loaf of bread.” I said.
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