Oh, and, Mr. Burke?” Cliff’s eyes squeeze shut. “Yes, Josh?” “Can I…can you tell me what her favorite dessert is? I figure…I don’t know…I’d like to find out how to make it or something.” Cliff’s shoulders deflate, and he nods, breathing out, “Apple fritter.” “Apple fritter, apple fritter…” Josh repeats.
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