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handle, cutting that first perfect slice. Maybe he’d feed me a small bite, and I’d laugh and wipe a crumb from his lip.
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handle, cutting that first perfect slice. Maybe he’d feed me a small bite, and I’d laugh and wipe a crumb from his lip.
“Ready, babe?” he asked, his hand covering mine on the knife.
“Ready,” I said, smiling up at him.
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