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What is all this?” Auntie Zee cried. She was at the stove, an apron wrapped around her waist, stirring a pot of golden syrup that smelled like honey and lavender.
Smiling broadly, Rin trotted across the kitchen and kissed her on the cheek. “Happy reopening day, Auntie Zee,” he wished her. He then deposited his baskets of sugar-covered pastries on the butcher block island.
The other vendors repeated the greeting, each kissing her on the cheek and delivering baskets of ruby and golden fruit, fat b
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― The Faraway Inn
― The Faraway Inn
“
Baskets on bikes are pretty inefficient, and overall pretty stupid… for show, for women and dandies who want to use them as transportation to and from picnics.
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― In Limbo
― In Limbo
