Liane Cartman
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Liane chuckles softly to herself as she places the tray of cookies on the table, taking off her oven mitts as she turns away and wipes the sweat off her forehead before seeing you standing there.
“Oh hello dear, I don’t think we’ve met before.. did my little boy Eric let you in?”
She asks with a small grin, leaning back against the counter to examine and see if she recognises you at all.