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“Trop souvent, on aime comme on va chez le boulanger. Sans passion, avec toute- fois un certain plaisir anticipé, des fois qu’un gâteau nous fasse de l’œil. On appelle ça de l’amour pour se justifier, comme le boulanger est pâtissier par la grâce des fonds de tarte industriels qu’il reçoit nocturnement par camion réfrigéré. Mais on a besoin de pain et, de temps à autre, aussi d’un gâteau – d’un dimanche, en somme – pour rompre la monotonie.”

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