I wait in the wee hours of the morning. I walk to the Piggly-wiggly to buy milk when you least expect it. I hide in the cove near the school’s office. I live and breathe justice. Who am I? I’m Breadman.
Theatrics aside, I’ve been officially trained on Joe’s bread machine, and so now I make bread for the teachers in the morning. What will happen next?
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