So, Jen's Master Plan? Was Jen. I walk in from a hectic day to Tom meeting me at the door. Not so unusual (I'm so spoiled, it's great). So I walk around him to set my stuff down so I can hug him properly, and someone small, blonde, and curly-headed crosses my field of vision. I say, "hello." I turn, set my stuff down. Blink. Think, "you can't ship
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