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I was worth it. I’d saved for this. Not consciously, maybe, but I had.
The hostess smiled that careful smile people use when they’re trying not to look sorry for you.
“Just one this evening?” she asked.
“Just one,” I confirmed.
She led me through the dining room, and that’s when the world tilted.
Julian sat by the window with his wife, Patricia, and her continue reading …
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