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Suicidal bread.
Yes you read that correctly. On the way to work I have to cross a short railway bridge. And this morning, there in the pre dawn gloom sitting on the wall of the bridge, were two unsliced whole loaves of bread. One wholegrain one white. No packaging just bare bread covered in frost.
No one leaves bread lying about on bridges, that's just silly. The only logical explanation , is that these two loaves had made a suicide pact to shuffle off the bridge dough to dough , and shuck off the yeasty coil.
They were gone when I walked home so I can only conclude that either someone talked them out of it , and perhaps persuaded them that life goes on ,and they have great career opportunities as sandwiches with strange and exotic fillings, or as sexy hot buttery toast.............
Or they leaped to their doom and were shredded to crumbs by the 07:49 to Worcester as it came speeding through...
So sad, so sad....
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