Maureen gave the bakery counter a wide berth, worrying and lingering in the condiment aisle. In the two days since ordering the cake, she'd had time to reflect on the matter with a bit more clarity. Was this really the best way to tell David he was the real father?
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dancing_serpent
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Date: 2006-11-26 05:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-26 05:58 pm (UTC)It does beg for a story, doesn't it? One that doesn't end in "They didn't like the way the cake turned out and asked for another."
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Date: 2006-11-26 06:18 pm (UTC)Perhaps not, after all.
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Date: 2006-11-26 07:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-28 07:57 am (UTC)