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13 | I go out with the ghost of my deceased husband.
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2024-09-27 16:00:19"It's delicious. Can I have another slice?"
Julie made a chocolate salami for dessert, and it's absolutely wonderful. I've already had two slices, and I'm determined to have a third.
Maybe then I'll take a fourth, and maybe a fifth.
Or I'll pay her to come over and make desserts at our house.Julie smiles at me, pleased. "Of course, Brianna." She cuts another slice and places it on my plate, and I immediately dig in.
Connor watches me, amused. "It looks like you've never had chocolate salami before."
I swallow the bite I was chewing. "Aside from ice cream and chocolate, my mom doesn't like sweets, so she never makes them. And my dad and I are hopeless in t
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Never go to a tattoo artist if bad luck is following you 04 | Gift
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