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move.
I stood so quickly I nearly fell and pulled Talia behind me with one arm.
That was when the front door opened.
Cora walked in carrying a paper bag and a carton of eggs.
“I brought challah,” she called. “And my granddaughter better appreciate the extra bacon because I nearly got flattened in that parking lot—”
She stopped.
Her eyes moved from me to continue reading …
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