The last week is usually the bittersweet one, at least that's what I assumed. I've made this place a home for 4 years and now I'm going back to the one that has been mine for 21 years. Something tells me I'll be baking a lot. I tend to bake when I'm stressed. Even if the product is supposed to be made with love, it'll be with aggressive love. I shouldn't be surprised because I knew it had to end sometime. I just hate not knowing what's supposed to happen next. Having a plan isn't going to soothe my insecurities. I want a guarantee.
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