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coming from the kitchen.
Darius and his mother were already sitting at the small kitchen table, drinking tea from her good china cups.
A box of store-bought chocolate cream puffs sat on the table between them, sticky and sickeningly sweet.
“Oh, Kiki, come in, come in,” Ms. Sterling said, waving her hand as if she were inviting Kiana into her own home continue reading …
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