Clearwater, Chapter 4
Pinky Swear
The smell of coffee filled the old farmhouse.
Black coffee. Very black.
“You’re telling me there’s no French vanilla cream?” Lily asked, squinting into her mug.
Knox rolled his eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you? There is no cream at all. You either drink it black or you put goat milk in it.”
“Goat milk? Black? I’m not drinking anything,” Lily grum…
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