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    Natalie looked at the her reflection in the mirror with determination, this was it. It was finally here, the day she started her career as a Bread Kneader. This was her destiny. The world would know her name, Natalie the celebrity bread kneader.

    She walked down the street with a bounce in her step and a twinkle in her eye, she would prove them all wrong. Those who laughed at her, said she would never amount to anything, they would choke on their words when she was rich and famous.

    With her head in the clouds, she passed the scene of several accidents without a care and it wasn't long before she arrived at the bakery. It was small and not that noticeable, but everyone had to start somewhere right?

    Opening the door she grinned and shouted; "I HAVE ARRIVED."


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    Chelle abruptly awoke and put her hands under the counter to locate her brown bag full of Vodka, she began drinking again.

    She then looked at Emma and asked her who she was, what she wanted, she then paused for a second and stared and drunkenly asked: "Are you a cop?" Quickly she straightened up, and hid her brown bag under the counter while tugging at her apron with her other hand in attempt to smooth it out. Her hair was an upward twisted mess that resembled a poorly assembled bird nest. Her face had chocolate stains surrounding her lips and the bags under the eyes made it apparent she hadn't slept for days.

    "WELL ARE YA A COP?" she shouted. She stuck her hand under the counter and pulled up the brown bag once again. She swallowed the vodka with a gulp, picked her wedgie, and once again hid the bag under the counter. "Look ma'am, I haven't got all day. I have a bakery to run" she said.

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    name: sponge
    age: 22
    role: bread


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    Hey, I heard you guys needed a customer, so...
    Decided to try some roleplaying out.

    Name: Sophy
    Age: 18-20
    Act/Role: The customer
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    "Babes," Emma addressed the drunken mess on the floor whilst raising a single eyebrow. "Do I look like a cop?"
    She shook her head, sighing. She knew in the advert she had asked for a drunken cashier, but drinking on the job? That was taking it a step too far. She ignored her newly appointed cashier and instead decided to stare at her other recruits.
    "Right, guys," she said. "Lets make some bread!"

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    Sophy watched around a bit. The warm yellow coloured bakery seemed the right place to buy a fresh, warm bread. She turned around from the two people before her eyes, sat on the nearest chair and started reading a magazine, which had layn on the table.

    "Cars, homes... What a boring magazine, somewhat interesting, though...", she thought.
    Her other leg was 'tapping' the air, waiting patiently for the bread to come.
    She didn't lay her eyes on the pair behind the desk. She had enough time to be around for a hour or so.

    After a few minutes of wait, she went outside to get some fresh air. The temperature outside was hotter than it had been in years. Sophy grunted.
    Another search for a warm bread. Why couldn't the country side markets have a bigger sale for breads?...

    "Everyone have taken them for theirselfs. The country side livers make the bread, so...", she thought in her daydream like thought.
    She sat on the grass near the bakery, lay down on it and put her left arm on her eyes. The wind blew a little, just finely to feel it.

    It was a perfect air for a deep sleep. She closed her eyes slowly, a moment after it to find herself from the land of dreams.
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    He sat on the desk being bread-like. He emitted a bread-like smell. None of this was voluntary, as he was bread. His silent demeanour almost said "buy me", but it didn't. He had no thoughts, he was bread.


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    The sun was still bright in the sky, spinning around itself there like usually.

    Sophy woke up by an unpleasent surprise: a fly had flewn into her mouth.
    She was trying to cough it out, but it seemed hopeless. Now, the fly would never see the sun again. Poor thing.

    Sophy stood up from the grass, watching around with her bored and misty eyes.
    It was the perfect time to get the bread. Or was it?

    As Sophy opened the door of the bakery, she could see a bread behind the glass-display thing.

    "Woah, only a few dollars", she said aloud.
    Sophy walked quite fastly to the desk, ignoring once again the two (or three) bread makers.
    Her another eyebrow lift up. The bread seemed kind of molded and white, hard cored and all.

    Sophy shook her head, watching out of the nearest window. An apple tree stood on the other side of the road, waiting for someone to pick the apples.

    Sophy looked at the bread seller, her eyes fully open now.

    "Hello", she said. "I suppose you must be the seller, then. Why haven't your staff baked an apple pie, if the bread business' not going so well?"

    "By the way", she said, after starting to watch at the nearest chair now. "What is the faith of that poorful bread? It's not good to be eaten anymore."

    Sophy watched around a bit. She opened the smaller door or obsticle for the bakery's staff side, goin' in. She wasn't scared, that people would say "No, don't go there". She opened the real door to the staff's side of the bakery, goin' into the kitchen.

    She went in, seeing lazy workers there. "Great...", she thought to herself, somewhat to the workers, too.
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    The bread sat there hoping with all his bread that this Sophy person would come nowhere near him. However, hope as he might, he was just bread and could do nothing about it. Bread.


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    name: timothy
    age: undisclosed (he is paranoid about identity theft)
    role: concerned customer wondering why it's taken like 8 months for these ******s to make some goddamn bread and sell it to him as a bread enthusiast and patron of bread salesmen

    Tim entered the shop and asked, "Yo, when can I get some ****in' bread in this joint? Time is money!"

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