After I had finished packing, I looked around the house one last time. I would miss this home, but not the horrors that came with it. I sighed and walked out the door. I didn't look back once and I'm glad for that. If I did, I would've been in tears.
After I walked down the long street for a bit, I saw that old bakery. I decided to get something to snack on, so I went in. Inside was a marvelous assortment of breads and cakes. I looked around until I found a nice-looking piece of rye. I grabbed it and went to the counter. I rung the bell and a few moments passed. I thought of leaving some money on the counter, but soon enough, someone came out of the kitchen.
I took a few coins out of my bag. I looked up and noticed that my friend, Gabriel, was the clerk. I smiled and said, "Hey Gabriel." He gave a half-smile and replied with, "Hey Ari, what's with the bag?" I sighed and told him my story. When I was done, he chuckled and looked at me with a chiseled face. "I thought I was the only one," he started. I placed my bag on the floor and we had a long conversation.