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“I'm trying to be proactive. And since we did so well with baking during a murder investigation last time, why not?" Alan shook his head in an almost pitying manner. "There is something very twisted about what you just said, Claire." "Plaited, if you please, Mr. Gables," she shot back. "I'm a good loaf, perfectly proved.”

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Mayhem on the Marzipan Express

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