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Amanda Yorkey tiptoed down the stairs, yearning to greet the Tuesday morning with her ritual of coffee and oatmeal, followed by a quick scan of the headlines. A light illuminated. Amanda heard two distinct voices prattling and giggling, bringing her to the bittersweet awakening that the strangers from Oregon rejuvenated themselves in her home. ‘Allie must feel better,’ she thought to herself, rounding the corner to see the young mother and child chatting over a banana-laden overflowing bowl of Cherrios. Allie smiled at her, and waved with a red stained hand from a strawberry Pop-Tart.
“I already got the paper for you,” Hannah said, as she placed a spoon in the cereal. “Coffee’s on, too. It’s brewed Northwest style. Hope you jones for caffeine.” She smiled at the career woman,
