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a platter, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, winegla sses, folded napkins, pumpkin pie waiting on the sideboard. Aunt Moira had been telling a story about Rome. Uncle Patrick had been complaining about the Patriots.
Then Claire stood at the top of the stairs and the entire room turned toward her.
Her hands shook. Her eyes were red. “I was looking for continue reading …
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