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“Good evening,” I said, sounding cheery while letting him know I’d noticed him.
There was no answer.
I shrugged. It was cold and dark, and I wasn’t much in the mood to chat anyway. The man I loved was inside waiting for me, and he was making me dinner.
After more than a year of uncertainty, difficulties, and dead bodies, my life in Archers Rest was finally filled with good news. And I wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of just how happy it made me feel.
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