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... by the window, but looking at their delicate appearance, I feel that they exude a charming taste. And the smell of milk in the bakery is also constantly stimulating the growth of saliva. Paney bowed slightly and stared at the bread and cake, his eyes were a little straight.
The attractive bread seemed to say to her, "Choose me, choose me." Pani, who rarely had the chance to eat bread on weekdays, was tangled to death standing in front of them. I want to eat this, and I want to taste that. ...
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