Crossing Paths

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♡ Megan ♡ “So exciting,” I whispered to myself. The energy of the food festival was infectious. Brightly colored tents lined the streets, and each one showcased unique aromas of spices, baked goods, and sizzling meats. Laughter and chatter filled the air, which blended with the distant strum of a guitar from a street performer. Our stall stood proudly in the center of it all, adorned with The Rolling Pin’s signature logo and displays that Josh had painstakingly perfected. Rows of croissants, lemon bars, mini fruit tarts, and brownies beckoned to passersby. A hand-painted sign announced, ‘Today’s Specials!’ in bold letters. Of course, we had a full list of all our treats, like the Ultimate Chocolate Explosion and salted caramel brownies. “We are going to sell out,” Josh declared with conf

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