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The Gift

It wasn’t the sound of the coffee grinder that woke her, though sometimes it did. That rhythmic whirring as he gently shook the grinder, helping the spinning blades. It wasn’t the aroma of the freshly ground beans, or the brewing coffee that woke her, though sometimes it did. But what always woke her was his […]

Posted by: Deborah Hendrick on Thursday, April 6th, 2006