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morning?”
“Like a revelation,” I said, pouring myself coffee from the pot Hudson had made. “Like I’m finally a guest at my own holiday.”
The doorbell rang and Hudson went to answer it. Through the kitchen window, I could see Mrs. Suzanne from next door standing on our porch with a pumpkin pie and a bottle of wine.
Last year, she’d been the one to tell continue reading …
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