I hurried to the simmering pot on the stove so it could occupy itself without me. Grabbing my coat from the hooks on the wall, I pulled open the sliding door to the deck.
Cool air bit my cheeks and pinched at the top of my ears, reminding me that summer was officially over. I squinted at the edge of the yard and stepped off the deck, trying to
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