As I stare through the window of the bus in a daze, something in the window's reflection catches my eye. The dreamy, mouth-watering vision of lemon bread in an open bed of saran wrap cupped by the hand of a man sitting only three seats down from me. I dart my head around the woman that separates us, trying to glimpse the perfect cake pan moulded treat.
I catch myself as it happens ''Get a hold of yourself...'' as a slight grin forms at my mouth. 4laugh rofl
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