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Yeager 0.68 Beta, Morgendorffer 1.05 RC
“I'm going to make some bread, Daria,” Helen said as she pulled out a breadmaker and set it on the counter.
“Isn't that what supermarkets are for?” Daria asked, wondering just what her mother was up to.
“The Yeagers are coming for the weekend, and I can't serve them store-bought bread.
“Why not?” Daria asked.
“I haven't seen them for twenty five years, and let's just say they know a different Helen. A Helen famous for her oatmeal pumpkin seed loaf,” Helen explained.
“And just what have you done with this Helen?”
There was then the sound a car horn.
“They're here! I hope they don't think I've changed too much,” she said as she primped her hair.
“Just be yourself. That's what you've always told me.”
“I could kick myself for that,” Helen said.
Daria smirked.
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“I'm going to make some bread, Daria,” Helen said as she pulled out a breadmaker and set it on the counter.
“Isn't that what supermarkets are for?” Daria asked, wondering just what her mother was up to.
“The Yeagers are coming for the weekend, and I can't serve them store-bought bread.
“Why not?” Daria asked.
“I haven't seen them for twenty five years, and let's just say they know a different Helen. A Helen famous for her oatmeal pumpkin seed loaf,” Helen explained.
“And just what have you done with this Helen?”
There was then the sound a car horn.
“They're here! I hope they don't think I've changed too much,” she said as she primped her hair.
“Just be yourself. That's what you've always told me.”
“I could kick myself for that,” Helen said.
Daria smirked.
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