I decide to risk going in from the front. The shop isn't busy yet, and the door may be open to let the smell of baking goods pass through. I've seen it done in other shops. I wrap my cloak tightly against my body and peek around the corner. All clear. Nobody in sight.

     I can't believe my luck! The freaking door is open! I sprint over and quickly duck inside. It's warm and smells so good in here! I move behind a trash can, looking for somewhere to get higher up. I need to see what's going on. Hmm.....

     I put my back to the wall, moving my feet to be pushing against the trash can. I'm way too small to push it over. I'm panting and exhausted again by the time that I get to the top. I carefully pull myself onto the nearby window ledge and hug the corner. I analyze my new surroundings from the vantage point.

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