“Grandma, we’re going on a bike ride.” The porch door slams as Dash, the cat my husband rescued five years ago, scurries into hiding. From the kitchen the aroma of biscuits, cooked apples, and sausage
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“Grandma, we’re going on a bike ride.” The porch door slams as Dash, the cat my husband rescued five years ago, scurries into hiding. From the kitchen the aroma of biscuits, cooked apples, and sausage
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