Pulling his mask

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The bakery shop was a whirlwind of activity, and I was right in the thick of it. The constant stream of customers demanding my attention was the best distraction I could ever get, and I threw myself into my work, my body and mind engaged. My mind was fully focused on taking orders, handling transactions, and ensuring that every customer left the shop satisfied. For a brief moment, all my worries and concerns about other things melted away, and I was completely absorbed in the chaos of the busy bakery. “Thank you for coming,” I greeted the leaving customer, pleased to see the smile on her face as she left. Just as I was about to continue with the routine, the doorbell rang, a signal that someone was coming in. As I was about to welcome the newcomer, my words hung in my throat, making me

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