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Mustang Bagel

04/28/2026 14:58h
Even at my favorite coffeeshop downtown, Redford is a hard man to feed. This morning, he picks at his Grilled Asiago Mastercrust with a slow, disdainful frown. Could they spare the fromage on this so-called "treat?" He takes a sip of hazelnut coffee, then winces delicately into the neck of his sweater vest. I bite powerfully through my Cinnamon Frenchroll:Well, if you really don't think you got enough—"fromage"—you should just go back up there & tell the girl