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... the old woman says, patting her husband’s arm affectionately. "Got some ribs marinating since this morning. You folks should join us!"
Grace stutters beside me, her cheeks flushing as her eyes dart from me to our new, extra-friendly neighbors. "Oh, that’s—"
"Is there gonna be BRAT-worsts?" Jer interrupts, bouncing on his toes with a manic energy that makes me wonder if he’s capable of standing still for longer than three seconds.
Grace whispers, "It’s brot—not brat."
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