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had been a choice she could turn off the moment she was offered sugar. She nodded hard, curls bouncing. “Yes.”
The bell above the door chimed softly when Thomas pushed it open.
Warmth wrapped around them like a blanket. The air smelled like butter and yeast, cinnamon and vanilla. It smelled like childhood in a way that made Thomas’s throat tighten unexpectedly.continue reading …
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