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“What’s in the bag?” I asked.
“Nothing illegal.”
“That is exactly what someone carrying something illegal would say.”
He smiled a little and set the bag on the table. “Christmas presents.”
I wiped my hands on a dish towel. “For who?”
“For everyone.”
I knew who “everyone” meant.
My parents. Ashley and her husband, Tom. Mark and his wife, Renee. Their kids.continue reading …
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