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... e owner was running on fumes.
I had spent the entire night prepping ingredients, balancing my ledger (which was looking much healthier, thanks to the B.A.D.s), and stressing about the fact that I still hadn’t secured a husband. I was a zombie in an apron.
By 11:00 a.m., the adrenaline crashed.
I sat down in my rocking chair for "just a second" while the cubs were playing with blocks. The rhythmic tick-tock of the clock was hypnotic. My eyelids felt like they were made of ...
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