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... me out of her room in her nightgown, her usual arrogance tempered by sleep-tousled dark hair and a yawn.
She surveyed the kitchen with a critical eye, her sharp features softened slightly by the remnants of slumber, but her tone carried its familiar edge of superiority.
Rachel looked from where she was portioning out the last of their makeshift breakfast, a small smile tugging at her lips. The kitchen was alive with the scents of simmering canned goods—corned beef mixed with what ...
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