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A small silver horse pendant hung at her throat.
“A little,” I admitted. “Are you?”
She shook her head.
“I like parties,” she said. “Especially when they’re ours.”
She trotted over and adjusted my necklace with the solemnity of a jeweler.
“You look like a boss,” she announced.
“I am a boss,” I said.
“But now you look like it,” she said.
We took a rideshare continue reading …
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