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I’ll have what she’s having?
I assume the unlimited breadsticks
I am the Bone of my Baguette
Dough is my Body and Yeast is my Blood.
I have created over a Thousand Breads,
Unknown to Death,
Nor known to Life.
Have withstood Pain to create many Loaves
Yet those Hands will never hold Anything. So, as I Pray–
Unlimited Breadsticks
Fated comment
“When you’re here, you’re family”
That’s why I shit with the stall door open there.





