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The Cookie Man had been running the bakery for decades. Every morning before the sun even rose, he would be in his kitchen, carefully mixing ingredients, measuring flour, and kneading dough with the utmost precision. He never used machines, only his hands and a wooden spoon that had been passed down through generations. The smell of freshly baked cookies would drift through the streets, waking up the town with the promise of sweetness.
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