Unwritten Spring Unending Sorrow
If you're not back in an hour, you might as well bunk with the typhoon tonight.
The bakery owner was taken aback to see me again.
"Girl, you should head back. It's really late, and we're closing up.
"Don't risk your neck for a cake! We're in the middle of a typhoon here. Someone just got crushed by a tree that got blown over!"
As he moved to lock up, I grabbed his hand, desperation in my voice, "I'm sorry... Please, could you make just one more, a strawberry one?"
Cake in hand, I dashed back, narrowly avoiding a car that zoomed by, clipping me.
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