Oh, woe is me. A life of crusty toil, from dawn till night. My back aches from kneading dough, my hands from slicing knives.
My family expects a fresh loaf daily, but I'm just a cog in the machine, a mere mortal bound to the whims of the yeast.
Is this the life I chose? No, not on my best days. But still, I rise with the sun, to feed the masses, and wonder... why.
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