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Most places open at past-midnight hours were considered run down, a little creepy with an ambience to match, but usually harmless.

My sleepless night had me wandering, trying to walk out my restlessness.

I couldn't help being drawn to the cozy bakery-cafe; I had never seen it open during the day.

I slipped into a booth, looked at the menu, made a choice then woke up in my bed, well-rested.

Later I found a receipt in my pocket.

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