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The Roses song

Fresh baked bread and pastry filled the air. Sweet cinnamon and sugar scents lingered in the doorways of the small shops flooding the stretch of main street. Coffee, eggs and bacon coming from cafes and the low buzz of murmured conversation from the patrons within. Now he smelt it he was hungry. Bacon and egg…