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warm apple pie I made from scratch, something I hadn’t done in years. She frowned, bewildered and worried.
I could tell she wasn’t acting.

“I’m sorry,” she said, advancing. The list included your son. I gave it to everyone.
You sure he wasn’t invited?
That stopped me. “He denied it. That the other kids told him to bring nothing.”
Teacher Miss Turner sighed.continue reading …
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