The Third Glass of Wine

A Thanksgiving Story

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“Maggie,” Justin yelled as he climbed down the front porch steps. “Wait!”

Maggie turned around. “What is it?”

“You can’t just leave.”

Maggie cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Watch me.” She resumed her fast walking out of that place and quickly got to her Kia Sportage.