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While his parents were getting amorous with one another, Brandon was far down the street. Their house was a few blocks from downtown, and then he had to travel deep inside the commercial district to find the sweet shop. The trip took a little longer than he expected because of foot and vehicle traffic, so he got there with only ten minutes to spare. He was glad to see the door was still propped open and there was a customer inside talking to a man behind the counter. With the sign reading Mr. Eres’ Sensual Sweets, he assumed the old guy was Eres. The customer he was talking to was a man of about twenty-five who had a pink box in front of him.
“You know, Tiffany won’t stop bothering me about getting this recipe from you,” the man told Eres. “Even with the baby due any day, she’s t
