“Cold enough for you?” Paul Lally, a gentleman in his late fifties and owner of the diner, called as he threw another cup of rock salt on the sidewalk. “Too cold,” Henry replied. Paul’s laugh puffed out in front of him. “We’ve got some messy weather coming.” “So I’ve heard.” Standing in front of the… Continue reading Just a friend
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Is there magic in those cinnamon buns?
Lacey picked up her cinnamon bun and looked at it from the top, then the side, and then the bottom. “What’s in it?” she asked Emma. “What do you mean?” his sister replied. “You made it sound like your brother would be hard to convince about your idea to start a café. I assumed it… Continue reading Is there magic in those cinnamon buns?