Brittany Meredith

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He set us up at a table with a hard apple cider and a bowl of Taytos, then pulled out the chair across from me. It was too early to drink, but I appreciated the gesture and breathed in the crisp scent. It was reminiscent of a fall festival, but it also reminded me of the days when I used to bake apple pies with my grandmother.
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