He said that when he was twenty, he worked at a small bakery. Every morning, a girl with green eyes and a hurried walk would come in for a krafne . She never spoke much – just pointed at the pastry, paid, and left. One day, he wrote a silly poem on the paper bag. The next day, she smiled. The next week, she stayed to talk. A year later, she became my mother.
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