My Sweet Escape

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. Mark's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton,

e, seated next to Mark, loo

ce strained. "We were all so... disappo

ed," Mr. Hamilton ad

reaching her eyes, "that perhaps, with a little time, o

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moment to present h

ers, covered in bright blue frost

ca said, beaming at me. "A

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tly. "It's my f

ing a large slice. "H

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difficult again," M

s eyes

to just get through this,

tingled. A rash start

ath hi

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nocking my ch

he small cake table be

e slid off, splattering icing

a cried out,

ide, dabbing at her dress wit

ight, Jess?

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breathe, the rash

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