“This could work,” I whisper, leaning in to Quint, who is standing in the concessions line. “We could set up the auction table along that wall, and use this counter for the desserts.” I tap my finger against my lower lip, nodding. “I like it.”
Quint hums to himself. “Butter, yes or no?”
— May 28, 2025 12:26PM
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