Perfection was rumored to be living three blocks from the bakery
I, intrigued, found myself on the porch of a dingy white house, with a forsaken garden
I knocked, the door cracked
Out of the shadows, an elderly man with a tremor in his body approached me, and smiled
"Sorry, it's just me, God. Perfection moved out a while ago, and left this."
He handed me
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