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“Among items in the glass cold case were cheesecake, marzipan candies, The Owl & Moon's famous Chocolate Cherry Thunder fudge, and a round of sharp cheddar for the apple tarts. The nonrefrigerated case held all manner of pastries, sweet rolls, and berry pies. When the buckwheat rolls came out of the oven they went directly into pink boxes tied with kite string.”

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Book:The Owl & Moon Cafe
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The Owl & Moon Cafe

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Jo-Ann Mapson
Jo-Ann Mapson

Jo-Ann Mapson is an American author known for her heartwarming and touching novels. Her works often focus on family, community, and interpersonal relationships, which are highly appreciated by readers. more

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