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“The kitchen is…you’re talking to me?” She stared, astonished.
“I do it all the time. You mean all this time you haven’t been listening to me? It’s been four years Dana.” Peaches sat on a lounge chair by the pool, facing her.
The admonishing tone reminded Dana of her dead husband Ben.
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