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“Yes honey?”
“Are you okay?”
It was on the tip of his tongue to respond with a hearty “yes,” but she studied him with such earnestness that he couldn't.
“Not really. Someone stole the piñata.” He pointed toward the entrance. “From my truck parked right in front of the store.”
Siobhan gasped. Just like her mother was known for bringing her famous corned beef and cabbage each year, Peter always supplied a shamrock piñata filled with circa two hundred premium chocolates and candies.
49%solve rate, 1,269 sleuths
5average score
6:27average time
4clues to find
