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Chapter OneThe women behind the counter were filling orders and shouting to customers over the lunchtime din.‘Two chicken pesto?’‘Hold the mayo?’‘To go, or eat in?’‘Want mustard with that?’‘Any beverage?’‘Still or sparkling?’‘You paying separately?’Only in this city, thought Lucy. Their speed and skill were marvellous. At her end of the counter, three women, Korean maybe, were rolling dough into long rectangles, slamming baking trays into ovens and pulling out cooked loaves which they flipped onto boards.
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