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The bell above the door chimed as Mabel pushed inside, her eyes immediately landing on the display case. "Still here at this ungodly hour, dear?" "I could ask you the same thing. Though I suppose someone has to keep the coffee flowing for the early shift at the diner." Mabel's fingers traced the glass, stopping at a batch of cinnamon rolls still warm from the oven. "Those look dangerous." "They're your favorite. Extra sticky with the caramel drizzle." "You know I can't resist them." She pulled out a five-dollar bill. "How's Harold taking the new job in Portland?" "Terrible. Keeps talking about moving out there permanently. Says he needs a fresh start after... well, you know." Mabel's hand froze mid-reach. "After what happened with Mrs. Patterson's prize roses?" "The very same. Says he's tired of being reminded every time he walks past that garden." "Poor dear. Those were sixty years in the making." "Indeed they were. Though I suspect he'll be back before the first frost. This town has a way of pulling people home, whether they want to admit it or not."