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Christmas tree glowing behind me.
“Margaret,” she whispered. “Please tell me you have not broken into someone’s mansion.”
I laughed for the first time in days.
“Come in, Rose. Welcome to my home.”
By six o’clock, Seabrook House was alive.
Children ran across the rugs.
Cousins hugged in the foyer.
Frank arrived in a tailored suit and immediately cried when continue reading …
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