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Pastries And Closet Plans

The following morning, Donna returned with a cheerful determination and a box of assorted pastries in hand.
Mark thanked her warmly and retrieved the step stool from the garage, while I spread a protective drop cloth down the hallway and pulled storage bins from beneath the bed. Donna uncapped a thick marker, divided the pastries among plates, and immediately started sorting scarves, gloves, and other accessories into precise, tidy piles, her energy filling the space and setting a productive tone for the morning.
She announced she planned to help us organize the closets and set the box neatly on the counter, as if ready to tackle a small mission.