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She looked up from the counter and smiled. Miss Debbie, birthday pie today?
I already cheated on you with grocery-store cake, sweetie, I told her. But I came for the cheesy pasta, the bad coffee, and poor decisions.
Kelly grinned. Lottery-ticket poor decisions?
Why not. At seventy, I can either become reckless or start collecting decorative spoons. She continue reading …
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