Pies and Prejudice: In search of the North

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His brother had got him into this, and therefore Dean considered it his brother’s duty to share some of the inevitable pain of the experience. Noticing, absently, that the cracks in the plaster on the ceiling were getting worse, spreading out, growing wider and darker.

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Something-beginning-with-E thinks she’s helped Dean out of a tough spot, but his spirits sink down into the soles of his boots, and then leak out through the holes in them to spill across the floor. The Bake-Off show described is based on the format of The Great British Bake Off, and I thought it would be nice to give a little shout out to that show and the lovely John Whaite and James Morton from season three, who are both gorgeous and gave me many shippy feelings, and ultimately helped inspired this work.Though if they bleeped the swear words that would be cool, or at least, as cool as you can get when you’re taking part in The Great American Bake-Off. Maconie used to present his own solo show on Saturday afternoons from April 2006 until 29 March 2008, and is a frequent stand-in for holidaying presenters on Radio 2. This competition is important for you, the last thing you need is to go causing trouble with one of the most powerful people on the east coast. It was evident from their glossy hair, through the cut of their clothes, and down to the shine on their shoes.

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It’s when you stray down the M6 or M1 to where the blue signs proclaim that the Midlands is in reach that the boundaries become blurred. Shared anxiety was a good bonding agent, and after the first few cautious hours, all twelve contestants (and their plus-one guests) were getting along fine, and had started to relax. Whether it was a weak revenge for the rejection, or to cover up the suspicion of embarrassment in his heated cheeks, Dean couldn’t say. She was attentive, charming, and chatted casually with the other guests long after Castiel Novak had beat a hasty retreat back to his friends. Something along the lines of, “I give up,” and “please yourself then,” and Sarah disappeared from behind the stained glass as she walked away.

The space between stretched out, into a vast emptiness where tumbleweeds rolled and eagles screamed their loneliness in cloudless skies.