The Secret Lives of Bakers | Toronto Standard →
“It’s 3:00 am on a drizzling Friday morning. St. Clair West is quiet and uninviting, but about a block west of Christie lies a little bakery where they keep the door propped slightly open every night. You can smell the sweetness emanating as you pass by on the sidewalk. And on this particular night, they’re expecting me.”
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