Sophia - Locke - My Mom-s Bff Snuck Over For Seconds

Just as we were about to sit down, the doorbell rang. My mom excused herself to answer it, and I took a seat at the table, my eyes fixed on the delicious spread before me. Rachel walked in, looking a bit worn out, but a smile spread across her face as she took in the feast.

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