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Twenty-three | The dinner.
Baile Baile stared at the food spread out on the dining table. It looked like he’d cooked for an army instead of four people. He had two kinds of everything – salads, meats, sides dishes and desserts just in case someone didn’t like something. Maybe he over did it a bit, Baile stared at the table critically. He shrugged, knowing he couldn’t turn back time and curb his enthusiasm. He just wanted everything to be perfect for everyone and not worry if anyone didn’t like something. Baile was an all in or nothing kind of guy. He didn’t do things in half measures. No wonder I’m still single, he thought turning away from the table. He needed to stop obsessing or he won’t enjoy his own farewell dinner. The doorbell rang. Baile rushed to it, feeling like he was literally saved by the bel
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