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“Don’t mind him.” Mrs. Lowell beamed. “He’s very committed when it comes to the pie-tasting contest. Here, why don’t I get you two something to drink and we can get to know one another?”
“Ma, you don’t gotta—” Aiden began.
“I’d love some hot cider, if you don’t mind,” I cut in, flashing him a smir...
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