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А Strаngеr’s Nоtе оn My Нusbаnd’s Саr Mаdе Mе Саll My Lаwyеr
I left the kids and drove to the grocery store, needing to get everything for the cookies that we needed to bake.
“Can I help you, ma’am?” a young woman asked me as I walked up and down the baking aisle. She tied the grocery store’s apron tightly onto her.
“No, thank you,” I said absentmindedly. “I’m just browsing.”
But my mind just couldn’t stay focused at all. What was Thomas playing at?
I filled up the cart as I went up and down the aisle, getting enough ingredients for everything we needed and then paid.