To one side of the cartons and crates was a long wicker basket of fresh bread. The large soft spongy loaves, Hermes Picotin Herpicot in wax paper, Hermes KnockOff stacked side by side like cotton pads.
The man landed at full length on Discount Hermes Evelyne length on his back exactly on top of Fake Hermes Wallet the mattress of soft bread. Loaves flew up about him like the splash of freshly packaged waves as his body sank into Designer Hermes Belt bread.
Nothing moved. Not even the tepid morning air.
Above, the lighted window was empty. The street was deserted. The thief and his pursuers Hermes bags sale disappeared into the Harlem night.
Time passed.
Slowly the surface of the bread began to stir. A loaf rose and dropped over the side of the basket to the sidewalk as though the bread Hermes bags sale begun to boil. Another squashed loaf followed.
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