HOLISTIC ACTRESS {X O} EVERYTHING IS CONNECTED 93. Chicken {Above a Bakery}
It wasn’t like she always liked it – living above a working Bakery that also had an attached live stock coup. Eggs. Only Eggs.
She woke with a start, turning to the clock she glared she had only slept for no less than ten minutes when the darn thing decided to cluck its little feathered head off. If it did it any more she swore it would become dinner and there would be no more little delicious eggs for Pierre the Baker.
She huffed, sitting up, and hugging her knees close to her. Why on earth had she decided to go?
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