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FIFTY ONE
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2021-05-23 22:20:43Fabian got up from the edge of the bed where he was sitting and was just about to head to the study when Amber flashed into view with a look of anxiety.
“Fabian, I need to head back to Margaret’s for some fresh cream. There’s none in the kitchen.”
He narrowed his eyes, what was the woman talking about?
As if sensing his confusion, Amber pointed downstairs, “I’m baking a cake. It needs icing. I need to get it from Margaret’s.”
Fabian frowned, cocking his head. One would have thought it was a matter of life or death from the way she was talking. He raised two hands offering a solution, “We could buy online?”
She shook her head furiously and a few strands of her flaming curls sprung free from her bun, tumbling down the nape of her neck, “No, no, no…you don’t understand.”
Damn right I don’t, he thought. Was she trying to stop him from going to the study?
She placed her hands on her hips in exasperation, “Margaret’s icing i
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