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In the States, the best ones I've ever eaten were at Bedford Street Bakery, in Brooklyn."
"I heard the pastry chef at Qui raving about that place. The woman who runs it is Kiwi, right?"
"Yeah. She bakes these beautiful seasonal pastries. I was there around this time four years ago, and there was one with apricots, crème pâtissière, and toasted almonds, and it was just gorgeous." Her shoulders dropped, and her mouth went slack remembering the pleasure.
I pressed myself back into the hard bench to hold off the wave of horniness that crashed over me. Jesus, Kieran, get a grip. "That was a quality Homer Simpson drooling noise," I said. Jokes were safe. Jokes meant I wasn't turned on.
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