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the apartment immediately looked smaller beside her elegant wool coat and polished leather gloves.
Evelyn set the grocery bags on the counter one by one.
Fresh fruit.
Soup containers.
Prenatal vitamins.
Herbal tea.
Crackers for nausea.
Ginger candies.
My throat tightened.
“He sent all this?”
Evelyn smiled knowingly.
“The man had three doctors arguing over vitamin continue reading …
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