The fleet of obsevant bakeries
2006-03-15 - 10:30 p.m.

At the front of the fleet stood four men with wet cloths. The cold air was slowly freezing their cloths, and this made the entire fleet uncomfortable. They all stood just a little straighter and tried to avoid seeming like the things on their minds involved mysterious colognes or placing their bare bottoms on rinks of ice. When the day was over, they stretched themselves out and napped.

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