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Chapter 86

Author: InkHeart
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December settled over Brooklyn with its usual mixture of cold mornings and the particular warmth that came from windows lit up early and bakeries full of people escaping the chill.

The holiday menus across all four locations were Renee's project this year — she had decided, with characteristic precision, that I had enough on my plate with the Financial District location's first holiday season and had taken point on the seasonal specials herself.

"You just want an excuse to control the gingerb
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