My plan for an aesthetically pleasing brunch had worked. The sunny patio of The Post House Inn had teak tables, white umbrellas, and the perfect amount of dishware emblazoned with its name. To my right was Jessie, whom I had only known for eight months, but I already...
My plan for an aesthetically pleasing brunch had worked. The sunny patio of The Post House Inn had...
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