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“Don’t worry,” Amy added, pouring a thimble of honey next to the bird. “He wakes up in an hour. That’s the rule of the Long Dozen. You buy twelve, you get one free. You buy thirteen from me, you get one strange .”

The customer peered at the pastries. Thirteen perfect, golden crescent rolls. And the fourteenth… was a tiny, warm, living sparrow, sleeping on a bed of thyme. longdozen amy

Amy tucked a wisp of flour-dusted hair behind her ear. “A regular dozen is twelve,” she said, sliding a tray across the counter. “A baker’s dozen is thirteen. But a longdozen ?” She smiled. “That’s mine.” “Don’t worry,” Amy added, pouring a thimble of

A crooked, candy-colored shop wedged between a laundromat and a taxidermist’s parlor on the strangest street in town. You buy twelve, you get one free