"How hard can it be?" Xander sipped his beer. "It's only a crossword."
Faith snorted beer across the table and Andrew patted her on the back until she could compose herself. Wiping tears from her eyes, Faith gave Xander a clip over the ear. "You made a bet with Dolores and she eats the Times cryptic crossword for breakfast. Consider yourself her pet for the foreseeable future."
Andrew tossed a newspaper on the table and grinned as Xander laid eyes on his challenge.
open_on_sunday — challenge #287: hope
open_on_sunday — challenge #288: word
open_on_sunday — challenge #289: teach/teacher
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