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A little tale…

Woodchips lined the sides of the cobbled walk leading to the front door. The tiny white flowers of the Yarrow plants sneaking out into the red-brown bricks. Molly breathed deep the sweet cedar, her riding boots clunking as she made her way to the brightly painted blue door.

Reaching up to swing the brass knocker, Molly saw the big, fluffy pillows on the living room sofa through a gap in the partially open door. She flinched as the clinking sound of metal on metal hit her ear, releasing the knocker while the door swung slightly further open.

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Molly shifted her feet, fidgeting with her long brown braid, waiting. Calling out Aggie’s name in her clear, high voice, she began to move into the tiled entryway. Behind the door, Aggie’s tan, lace-up riding boots were on a rubber mat, her red plaid coat jacket lay in a heap beside them.

Molly eyed the comfy looking striped sofa down the step from the front door, wondering where the fireplace was, inhaling the lingering smell of burning wood. No one seemed to be around. She unlaced her own brown

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boots, pulled them off and set them beside Maggie’s on the mat.

Stepping down into the plush pile of the thick gray-blue carpet, Molly sank into the cushions on the sofa. Something was crinkling underneath her, pulling out a small piece of notepaper she had sat on, she read, “Molly, had to run to the store with my Mom, left the door open so you would come in. Back soon. Make yourself at home. Aggie”