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When I walked into the house, most of the horizontal surfaces held lit candles, and delectable smells wafted from the kitchen. Ben looked up from the counter where he was grating cheese and gave me the look I liked to think he reserved only for me. His eyes softened, and his shoulders relaxed, like my presence was the most important thing to him in that moment. Talk about a welcome home.
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