Mary Lou was wrist deep in batter as she flipped her bowl over to pour the contents onto the counter. The Flour was in a lovely neat little pile (experienced bakers almost never lost control of their supply) and she began to carefully knead it into a lovely log. She wasn't entirely sure what she...
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