The Budget & The Broken Heart The bakery was quiet, the early-morning light softening the edges of the stainless-steel counters. Chelsea had spread the budget note across the table, her fingers tapping impatiently next to a highlighted column on her laptop. Marlon, in a crisp ironed stripped shirt, stood across from her, his usual easy…...
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