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... n my kitchen counter like it’s a live grenade. Small. Iconic. Wrapped in the unmistakable robin’s-egg blue with a crisp white ribbon tied in a perfect bow.
A Tiffany’s box.
"What the actual..." I murmur, cautiously sliding it closer.
I haven’t ordered anything. Definitely cannot afford anything from Tiffany’s with my teacher’s salary. And unless Sarah decided to start sending luxury apology gifts for setting me up with people, that only leaves one possible sender.
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