Two matching cartoon tattoos on wrists: Finn's white face with a simple smile in black outline on the left, and Jake the dog's yellow face with large round eyes on the right.

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Finn and Jake cartoon tattoos on two wrists

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Two wrists are shown side by side, each with a tattoo of a character from the cartoon Adventure Time. The left tattoo is Finn's white square-headed face with a simple smile, drawn in black outline with a pale fill. The right tattoo is Jake the dog's round yellow face with large eyes and a small mouth, outlined in black with flat yellow colour. The background is a tiled floor, and the tattoos are shown in clear, even light.

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Dear Mags, I know you think I've lost the plot, but the sourdough has been proving itself for three nights now and I swear the dough is looking up at me. This morning at quarter to five the back door rattled and in came a boy in a white paper hat folded from a cereal box, dragging a sack of flour nearly as tall as he was. Behind him trotted a yellow dog the size of a pensioner's armchair. That is not a figure of speech, Mags. I measured him against the proving cabinet.

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The boy said his name was Finn. The dog said nothing, just stretched one long arm up to the top shelf, plucked down the cinnamon tin and rattled it like a maraca. He sniffed the rye, sneezed, and went back to work. They explained, in the way people explain things that have already made sense to them, that the bakery owes them a favour from the summer they hauled our old oven out of the canal with a rope and a bicycle.

I asked why they came before dawn. Finn said the city's bread only starts once the sun is up, but the dough is most honest in the dark hours, when it still believes it can rise. Jake kneaded with his whole body, flattening loaves like pancakes and folding them over himself until the racks were groaning. By the time the window went grey we had eleven trays cooling, and I had never once been that proud of a crumb.

When I tried to pay them they laughed and asked for one thing only: a plain white loaf for the girl at the corner shop who never comes in because she's shy of the queue. I wrapped it in brown paper. They were gone before the first van pulled up, Finn waving with a floury hand, Jake bouncing down the step like a bad idea. I've put a bun aside for her. Yours, floury as ever, Pat.

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