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music.
Sometimes Caleb just leaned against the doorway and watched.
One night she looked over her shoulder and said, “Are you going to stand there like a haunted coat rack, or are you going to help?”
He almost laughed.
“I don’t cook.”
“Nobody comes out of the womb braising short ribs. Come here.”
She handed him a knife and a yellow onion.
“Cut.”
He picked continue reading …
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