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“I lost the boat,” he muttered, eyes red. “Everything I have… gone.”

Over the next few weeks, Sofia became a regular at the bakery. She’d sit in the corner, editing photos on her laptop, while Olga kneaded dough, the two women sharing stories in the pauses between flour and shutters. One evening, after a storm had rattled the pier, a young fisherman named Luka burst into the bakery, drenched and visibly upset. He slammed his fist on the counter, causing a small stack of croissants to tumble. MatureLessons.Olga.and.Sofia

“I built this bakery with my mother’s recipes, not for flash,” she said. “Now the town wants sparkle.” “I lost the boat,” he muttered, eyes red