Chits and Chats [ #2]

Chits and Chats [ #2]

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Someone is sending Megan Jackson the sweetest love notes and Megan Jackson is no great detective but she is not going to give up on finding the true identity of the person behind the notes. What she didn't envision was the amount of work it takes to apply the powers of deduction and detection to a seemingly easy problem. Well, she certainly hadn't planned on befriending a novice baker or stalking a potential answer. And maybe along the way, it won't matter who the answer is. [ A 'Talks and Texts' SPINOFF ] [ © circularities 2016 ]
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