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It was a weird morning for young Sam. He had fallen asleep in his room, but woke at Granny Ruth's. Not that he'd complain, he preferred staying at his Granny's over his parent's.
Gone was the cigarette smoke that always lingered, replaced by something...baking?
He followed his nose to the kitchen, to gingersnaps baking and a tray still cooling atop the stove.
"Did you stay up all night baking?" Sam asked through a cookie. She had dark circles under her eyes, various deserts scattered in containers around the room
"I tend to bake when stressed. Don't worry about it."