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Attracted to a country home by a smell resembling home-baked bread, the escaped Martha Stewart dares to knock on the door.
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| I couldn't help but notice the smell coming from here of bread baking, with a squashy glaze. Is that some local bread? I must have the recipe. | |
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| You must be mistaken, miss. The only kind of bread we have here is in-bread! | |
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| But that tangy smell, I'd know it anywhere. Pumpkin! | |
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| Well, yes, I do it regularly, but I don' reckon you'd call the smell tangy. | |
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