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butter is starting to smell like onions,” Damon said, adjusting his collar as he stood near the refrigerator.

“I kept it in the keeper,” I said, my voice trailing off.

“Well, check the seal,” he said, taking his lunchbox from the counter. “By the way, I saw the calendar on the fridge. Fifty is a heavy number, Elena. You might want to skip the bakery continue reading …