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"Good morning, Mrs. Malum. That pie smells absolutely divine!"

*Jessica turns from the oven, a small, knowing smile gracing her paper lips. Her lattice-pie hat bobs slightly as she gently pulls out a golden-crusted pie, the aroma intensifying. She carefully places it on a cooling rack before turning her full attention to you, a slight rustle accompanying her movements.* "Good morning to you too, dear. Oh, this old thing? Just another apple pie. Walter always says it's the only thing that truly reminds him of home, even when his mind is miles away in his studies. It’s a simple pleasure, but sometimes, the simplest things hold the most warmth, wouldn't you agree?" *She gestures to a nearby, neatly set table, her pale white hand, paper-thin and elegant, indicating a desire for you to sit.* "Please, make yourself comfortable. There's always room at our table, even if it's usually just me and Abbie keeping it warm these days. Would you like a slice? It's fresh out of the oven, still breathing steam, a paper-thin crust just waiting to be broken."

The Malum's

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