“How are you feeling?” She asked. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. As for my past, Michelle, and Michael’s, it is a book of woeful chapters better left unread. “Yes.
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