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BEFORE that Thursday, Suro wouldn’t have thought turkey gumbo chicken breasts, stuffing, cranberry sauce, mashed up peas for Spidey, and a party platter from the only sushi place in Chicago Suro had deemed “decent,” would have made for the best Thanksgiving feast he’d ever had. But by the time Kenji and Sparkle started clearing the dishes, Suro was stuffed and more satisfied than he’d ever been after a meal.
Despite Sparkle’s near miss at the ice skating rink, and Kenji’s complaints about everything, from sleeping on the floor, “We have several guestrooms at the house in Miami,” to the lack of a piano, “If we got on a plane right now we could be at our house in Miami by nighttime,” to not having his own bathroom, “We have four at our house in Miami,” no one had thrown a real fit, whic
