Nancy's stomach let out a low growl; cleaning the house as quickly as she had had given her quite the appetite. Being in the clubhouse had given her a craving for sweet treats, so she pulled on her shoes and coat, and grabbed her purse before heading out to her favourite bakery and sweet shop. The older man behind the counter smiled as she entered the shop.
"Hey, if it isn't Nancy!" he said enthusiastically.
"Hi, Mr Selick," she smiled at her boss.
"Nancy, you're not meant to be in today," Selick said. "You took holiday this week, remember?"
"Yes, I remember," Nancy smiled. "But I just have this craving, and I know only one place which can satisfy it."
"Well, if you're here as a customer, what can I get you?" Selick as cheerfully.
Nancy looked thoughtfully at the display and ordered...
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