Module 1: Fiction 55

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They were both wearing red checked pizza parlor aprons while she came up behind him. “Who put flour on your butt?” Without missing a beat, he replied, “I powered my cheeks,” as a sly grin crept across his face. He added, “I wanted to feel like a baby again,” and in that moment he was.

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