CHAPTER 90

"Alice, here is your cinnamon roll." My mom sat in the recliner. "Mom, what is that expression? Are you going to interrogate me and my cinnamon?" I amusingly said. She was staring at me as if I had forgotten to clean my closet or laundry.

"Oh, I am sorry. I just cannot help myself but pull this...

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