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... smell hit—warm food, butter, herbs. The dining table was already packed: steaming bowls of pasta, roasted chicken glistening under the light, a salad that actually looked edible, and a few bottles of wine breathing beside the plates.
Jasmine and Tessa immediately went to greet Kim—cheek kisses, hugs, the usual cheerful noise that fills a quiet house fast.
I dropped the bags by the door.
"Let’s eat first," Kim said. "We can deal with the luggage later."
"Yeah, I’m ...
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