When we went to the supermarket today, we discovered that the cheerful little confectionery on the side had been torn down. Andrew used to get a sweet butter bun there on our weekly grocery trips. Now, it was a desolation strewn with wreckage, puddles soaking the floor.
He looked on the scene quietly. Then he said, "No more sugar bread for me."
We packed the groceries into the boot and drove home. On the way back in the car, he suddenly said, "My sugar bread is lost. I feel very sad. I am going to cry."
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