The story · 1992
The story of Nose Magnet Cinnamon Roll
Nobody planned to buy one. Then the warm cinnamon smell hit you somewhere around the shoe store, and you were doomed. The roll was the size of a softball, swirled with brown sugar and drowned in icing that oozed over the paper tray. You ate it on a bench with a fork, and your hands stayed sticky until dinner.
Mall walkers swore the smell got twice as strong whenever it rained, and nobody could prove otherwise.





