

the bagel shopIt was a bagel shop. It smelled like bagels. It sounded like bagels. It felt hard and granular, yet squishy, like a bagel. It did not, however, taste like bagels, because the inexplicable man who ran the establishment did not seem to have any idea what he was doing or that he was invariably doing it wrong. Therefore, the bagels were never particularly worthy of eating, but we ate them anyways. They were often full of surprises, ingredients that really should never be found in bagels; I guess we liked them for that. The shop itself was part of an ill-begotten strip mall lookingthe bagel shop
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