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I found my loaf annoying, Its slices disintegrated in the hand - not very handy, and useless making toast. It spoiled my enjoying one usual conveniance that I'm used to. I cursed a shoddy purchase. It seemed a blot on my day, a bloody ruddy nuisance, wait till I see that baker and won't I complain? I didn't as it went, no good reason to vent. As from this I recoiled, for aren't we just too spoiled? There's hungry mouths without holed bread you pampered dunderhead! Moan less, more comprehend, I'll not be so half-baked again. I hope rather to use my darn loaf and that's a solemn oath.