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The letters on the sign above the bakery were as willful as inanimate objects could be. Hugo and Loretta kept an attentive eye out in case the force behind the mischief chose to make itself known. It never did. They had never had any trouble with the “E” until last week. The “G” was another story altogether, having annoyed them for years like a misbehaving child with its tendency to lean slightly out of line of the other letters. It often drooped, or swung with the wind; twice it had mysteriously turned backwards in the night.