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She looked at the ceiling, then back at me.
“And you haven’t said anything.”
“I’ve learned to choose my timing.”
She reached into her bag and pulled out a small paper sack.
“I brought you those shortbread cookies you like from the bakery on 5th.”
I took the bag. It was still warm.
I thanked her, and for a moment, I felt something release in my chest, just continue reading …
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