“Someone else did,” Abby said carefully. “But I’ve kept it.”
The timer dinged. Clara pulled out a pie that was golden and imperfect, its lattice crust slightly lopsided but proud. She set it on the island to cool. abby winters kitchen
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“Someone else did,” Abby said carefully. “But I’ve kept it.”
The timer dinged. Clara pulled out a pie that was golden and imperfect, its lattice crust slightly lopsided but proud. She set it on the island to cool.
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