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Chapter 17: Pregnant, Not Powerless
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... ng his flour-dusted hands as he stood behind the counter. "She just bought a few loaves of bread and left. That’s all. I swear on my oven."
Elize narrowed her eyes slightly. Her voice was calm, but there was steel beneath it. "What time did she come in?"
The man scratched the back of his neck, leaving a smear of flour on his skin. "Uh... around 7:30, I think. She browsed for a bit, maybe ten minutes. Chose a few rye loaves and left."
Elize jotted something down in her not ...
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