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    <![CDATA[8 Sandpiper Way]]>
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    <![CDATA[Dear Reader,<p>I have something to confide in you. I think my husband, Dave, might be having an affair. I found an earring in his pocket, and it's not mine. I'm also worried because some jewelry was recently stolen from an old woman—and Dave used to visit her a lot.<p>You see, he's a pastor. And a good man. I can't believe he's guilty of anything, but why won't he tell me where he's been when he comes home so late?<p>Reader, I'd love to hear what you think. I also want to tell you what's going on with your other friends in Cedar Cove. Like Sheriff Troy Davis, to mention one. His long-ago love, Faith Beckwith, just moved here!<p>So come on in and join me for a cup of tea.<p>Emily Flemming</p></p></p></p></p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[I enjoy reading Debbie Macomber because she is such an easy read.  Her books take some of the same turns, but there is usually something in the book that you don't see coming.  This book followed those lines.  A good read and one I enjoyed reading in the car on my way to spring break.]]></body>
    
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