Entering his living room

Mr. Hensley guided her to a chair in his cozy living room, decorated with old photos and lace doilies. The scent of fresh coffee drifted in from the kitchen. Samantha set the jar on the table between them, and Mr. Hensley leaned forward, studying it closely. “Well now,” he murmured, tapping the glass gently. “That’s not something you see every day. Where did you find it?”
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