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“He drained and sugared the frozen cherries, put them on the stove over medium heat until their juice warmed, thick syrup, sweet-tart and perfectly balanced. "That smells like Heaven." "Taste it." He fished a spoonful of soft, warm fruit from the saucepan and fed it to her. "Marry me." "We gotta seal these first.”

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