Humble Pie

The front door bell chimed.  Mrs. B smiled as she recognized the young man entering her shop.  “Hi Jason, what brings you here today?  I have freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Your favorite.” “I know. I could smell them all the way down the street.  But no, I need a pie today.” “What kind of... Continue Reading →

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