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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arnold Schwarzwald" data-source="post: 89964" data-attributes="member: 544">“Refund,” the woman tells Elwin. “If anybody asks, we're calling it a refund.”She wraps the loaf and joins him. The delivery man stays with his cart.“Tell them I've got eleven more.”At the corner, a stall sells cups of hot beans for three credits each. The woman stops to look, then looks toward Elwin.“Those alright?”Beyond the stall, Binder Street bakery has its front door propped open. Heat rolls out into the rain. A woman with a black bob and a flour-stained apron is hauling a tray away from the counter.From somewhere behind her, a man shouts, “You can't throw out the whole fucking batch.”She sets the tray down.“Then you eat one.”</blockquote>