White Spots on My Cheeks Led to an Unwanted Contract

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She set a small container of salted butter in the center of the table and sat down in the wooden chair opposite me.

“The county is repaving the bridge on Elm Street next Tuesday,” Clara said, wiping her chin with a paper napkin.

“Well, now, they have been promising to fix those potholes since June,” I said, reaching for a piece of bread.

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