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... her van next to the back entrance of the bakery, just like earlier.


She points at the pads loaded in the cargo area.


Agnes and the team made croissants to sell as souvenirs.


Ruriko prepared extra pastry and finished it before baking it in the oven.


I don’t know how much we’ll sell today so it’s nice to have some spare at this time.


「 Rei-chan, tell Ruriko “Thanks, but no more spares for now” 」


I say while checking the pastry.

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