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at me for one stunned second, then burst out laughing. Not cruelly. Warmly. Like life had just handed her a ridiculous gift.
“I’m sorry,” she said, grabbing napkins. “I shouldn’t laugh. Are you burned?”
“Only emotionally.”
That made her laugh harder.
She helped me clean up while telling me about the time she spilled an entire plate of pasta into her own continue reading …
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