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aren’t we?” I murmured, clipping a dead leaf.
That was when I noticed the blue bundle.
At first, I thought someone had dropped a blanket near the porch. Then it moved.
My coffee slipped from my hand and shattered on the stone.
“Oh my God.”
I ran so fast one clog flew off behind me. Two faded blue blankets were tucked beside the rose bed, close enough to continue reading …
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