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so much from me, but I'm determined not
to let it take anymore. "My goodness, you
sold almost everything." I say more to
steer the conversation in a different
direction.
“Guy over there bought a few dozen.
Must like your cookies.” she smirks.
"Corny. Nice." I shield my eyes
from the sun with my hands and look
over to where Chelsea points. A tall,
broad-shouldered man leans against a
