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I blanch. “Elias, did you at least hire a temp?”

“Nonsense,” he pshaws. “Kids these days don’t have the passion.”

“In case you’ve forgotten, I’m ‘kids these days,’ too.”

“You’re the exception, my dear, not the rule. Maia was the same.”

At the mention of my grandmother, I stop rummaging through t...

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