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Last Tuesday, Denise knocked on my door around 4 p.m.
« Please tell me you have a stand mixer. »
« I do. »
« I knew it. »
She clasped her hands dramatically.
« You are saving my life. »
I already knew where this was going.
« What happened? »
« I’m making a cake for Saturday. The hand mixer I have is useless. »
Then she pointed toward my kitchen.
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