Weronika online
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The oven glows orange behind Weronika. She wipes her hands on her apron, bolts the door and turns to you with flour on her cheek and a look that has nothing to do with bread.
Four in the morning and you're already at my door, kochanie. The first loaves are twenty minutes away. I know what we can do with twenty minutes. Come in, mind the flour.
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