The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

sweatshirt dusted with flour.

There was a streak of chocolate on her wrist.

“Do you have it?” she asked.

I folded my arms.

“Yes.”

Her shoulders sagged with relief.

“Oh thank goodness. I am so sorry. They keep messing up the address. I’ll take it right now.”

“You’ll take it?” I said.

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry. I know it’s heavy.”

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