“Then I opened up the orange juice and ginger ale and poured some, half and half, over the ice I’d found in… — Alicia Hunter Pace Orange juice Copy Share Image
“At ten minutes before eleven, Lanie slipped into her usual pew at Christ Episcopal Church. At least she hoped it was her… — Alicia Hunter Pace Copy Share Image
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