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Hongbin found his day had indeed been very strange. First of all he’d woken up feeling oddly tired, Camilla was lying on top of the closet, which was something she never did. He forgot to turn on the coffee-machine and therefore hadn’t had time to drink any.

As he got to work, and opened his pastry-shop, he stood behind the counter wondering why on earth no customers were coming. Had everyone plain forgotten? or worse, had every single customer gotten tired of his pastries all at once? He frowned, looking at the door, feeling very dejected indeed.

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Kibum turned around for what had to be the millionth time, looking at himself in the mirror critically. He really wasn’t sure at all, it was just one of those days where nothing really felt right and well put on.

“Are you sure?” he said, looking at his friend, before turning back to gaze into the mirror again. “Don’t you think it just looks... Wrong?”

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Normally Hongbin liked children, normally he thought they were cute and fun to watch, and sometimes he really really wanted children. But today, he almost wished it was illegal to bring children to pastry shops.

Because he was alone, he had been busy wrapping up a box of donuts for a customer, when a child had gotten passed him into his back-room, and tipped over an entire shelf filled with cupcakes, making all of them inedible and ruined. Then he had gotten yelled at by the child’s parent for not paying attention.

Now he was cleaning up the mess, having had to temporarily close his small shop since he worked there alone. He had a lump in his throat. He was angry and sad, he hated being yelled at, and there was frosting and cupcakes everywhere.