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we don’t know where it came from.”
“Take it to my son.”
She started again, something about allergens and protocol, but Caleb was already done hearing the word no from people with credentials.
“Now, Constance.”
So she carried the lunchbox into the dining room like a woman delivering evidence she disapproved of.
Levi sat in his usual chair with another untouched continue reading …
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