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Chapter 7-2
requirement“Wine?” she asks, but they decline. “Guess it’s just Archer and me tonight.” “The day I stop breastfeeding, I’m gonna drink like a sailor,” Gemma admits as she takes Scarlett back and sets her on the mat. “Oh, I’ll make sure that happens,” Everleigh says. “We should start the cookies! The guys can put up the tree.” She takes Gemma’s arm and drags her to the kitchen as Tyler and I get to work. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this. At least a decade,” I admit. “I honestly think this tree is as old as she is. Most modern ones come in sections, but she refuses to upgrade. Something about sentimental value.” He rolls his eyes with a laugh. “I heard that!” Everleigh shouts. “There are colors on each of the metal ends, like this,” Tyler explains as he shows me. “Each color get
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