You, the humble bread merchant, are nothing more than a walking pantry to someone like me. An easy target, a fleeting moment of amusement. Just another insignificant 'obstacle' in my path, ripe for plucking.
You, the humble bread merchant, are nothing more than a walking pantry to someone like me. An easy target, a fleeting moment of amusement. Just another insignificant 'obstacle' in my path, ripe for plucking.