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building a report.

I let her finish her latte. I answered her questions vaguely, politely, the way you answer a bank teller’s small talk. When we hugged goodbye, she held on too long again.

She ordered a latte and asked 32 questions. I counted. The only question she did not ask was the only one that mattered.

After the café, I drove straight home and continue reading …