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“Thanks. Take the rest of the cookies.” Claire slipped her
feet into her shoes and went to the counter for something to put the treats  in. “Riley ate a cake last night and doesn’t
need any more sugar.” She slid the cookies into a red bag and handed it to
Mary. “Tell Damien hi and I’ll see him Friday afternoon.”

Claire let Mary out the front door and locked it behind her.
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