7: The Bakery

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I and Mary sat on the picnic blanket, enjoying the warm sunshine on our faces as we savored the sweet and tangy flavors of the berry pie. Our children giggled and played on the grass, chasing each other and picking daisies.

"I'm so glad we decided to do this," I said, smiling at Mary. "It's nice to spend a lazy afternoon outdoors with good food and great company."

Mary returned the smile and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes, it is. And the pie is amazing, thank you for bringing it."

I chuckled. "Well, I had to impress you somehow, didn't I?"

Mary laughed and playfully nudged me. "You always know how to make me smile."

As we chatted and enjoyed each other's company, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees and the sound of children's laughter filled the air. It was a perfect moment in a perfect day, and I and Mary felt grateful for the simple joys of life.
"I love you Berry Pie."
"I love you Fruitcake."








































"It's not over yet..." Prue whispers, holding the sniper pointed at Emmer.

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