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Olga
Olga sat at her worn wooden kitchen table, cloaked in the comfortable silence of her cozy home. Crumbs from her breakfast scone had scattered on the newspaper she had just been chuckling over. She brushed them aside, her fingers still dusted with flour from her early morning baking spree. Olga loved baking in the early morning; it was one of her cherished pastimes.
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