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Friday, August 9, 2013

Rollin' In Dough

The neighborhood bakery was closed, yet at the front door sat a table with two baskets, one loaded with goodies wrapped in white paper bags, the other with slender envelopes. A casually dressed man stopped, picked out a bag listing the baked good it contained and the price, took out his wallet, slipped money into an envelope, dropped the envelope through the mail slot, and left with his treat. It’s called the honor system.

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