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Saturday night, in preparation for our Sunday trip to the lake, Jean asked what sort of sandwiches I wanted to pack.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
“I was thinking turkey,” she said.
“Maybe I'll just make something from home.”
“What're you gonna make?”
“Uh, I dunno.”
“I'm trying to make it easy. Sandwiches are easy.”
“Okay. How about chicken salad?”
Jean …
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