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She passed one over his shoulder. He caught it without looking. Darnell’s eyes followed the pastry longingly. She did
At 6:52, Sofia arrived, huffing with two canvas bags. She was a pastry chef at a French bakery in Berkeley, and the bags smelled of proofing dough and dark chocolate. She folded herself into the back seat, arranging her supplies around her like nesting dolls.