Benoit looked longingly backwards at the rows of gastronomy calling his name; he was hoping to stock up on jams, jellies, and preserves today to last him and Camille through the summer. He turned back to Fury, and held up the white paper bag still in his hand.
“Have a walnut, Nick. They’re good for your heart.”
The two walked
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