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Buffet Time!
“It’s snowing!” Lorna says. I roll over in bed to look at her. She is standing at the window, peeping through the curtain she has just pulled partway aside. “Maybe we can go to the buffet tomorrow!” It’s still early in the morning on a Saturday. It’s late winter in
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