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Chapter 7: Mending Fence

The comforting warmth enveloped me as I stepped inside my flat. The familiar scent of home – a hint of cinnamon and something baking – filled my senses, coaxing a deep, relaxing breath from my lips. Just as I reached for my shopping bags, a sharp ring pierced the quiet. "Who in the world?" I muttered, surprised by the unexpected call.

The phone's shrill ring shattered the peaceful silence, and a jolt of surprise shot through me. Staring at the screen, I saw my mom's name flashing – a name synonymous with both love and... well, let's just say lively conversations. We hadn't spoken since our last epic disagreement about visiting her. Look, I loved my mom, but dodging Grandma's not-so-subtle hints about grandchildren was getting exhausting. Maybe this time, a fruit basket would suffice? With a mix of trepidation and a silent prayer for a non-baby-related conversation.

Relief washed over me. No more frantic calls from Mom about an empty seat at the Christmas table. I'd be there, a familiar
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