Maggie by Sandy Menarek

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Maggie stopped when she got out of the car and surveyed the front of her childhood home.  She slowly went up the steps to the porch, found the key hidden under a pot and opened the door. She gingerly stepped inside.  There was no smell of bread baking, or coffee brewing. Her mother didn’t meet...

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Sandy Menarek
Sandy Menarek
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