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“He leaned into me, so close I could see a few crumbs of sugar from his drink rim clinging to his beard. They glittered like tiny snowflakes. I breathed in deep, trying not to think about it, but that only made me realize that he smelled like oranges and campfire.”

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Book:Love You a Latke
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