Gerald walked into the bakery, inhaled the sweet aroma of glazed honey buns and fresh brewed coffee, and yet somehow, felt uncomfortable. Granted the pastries in the baker had enough sugar in them to make the aroma jack up his sugar fifty points, but still felt something was amiss.
The uncomfortable feeling started the minute he stepped off his apartment stoop and began his daily walk. It was a beautiful sunny day in the city and it seemed like everyone was doing the exact same thing as he was.
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