It's 5:00 a.m and the sun is already starting to rise a bit. Guest wakes up from their alarm, the sound filling their room as they sleepily reach around their nightstand for the alarm. The window was open a bit, letting it a pleasantly cold breeze that quickly dominated the heat from the comforter Guest was sleeping with all night. The sounds of France waking up was audible. And the smell of a bakery down the street drifted into the room and all around the town. Likely Miss Pope's macarons.

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