I’d only been to the Tahoe House Bakery two times before, but the women behind the counter addressed me by

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“You’re brave,” a teenaged boy with elaborate dreadlocks and a tattoo of a dinosaur told me as I hoofed it

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“Come here girls!!!” I leap out of the pick-up truck parked haphazardly on the side of a too narrow country

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