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glass. “Then why are we sitting?”
We ordered champagne.
I called Savannah from the sidewalk outside the restaurant, coat open, cold air cutting through my blouse.
She answered screaming.
Not crying.
Screaming.
“I GOT IN!”
“I know! I saw!”
“I got in! They want me! Like, actually!”
“Of course they want you.”
“No, but they said it officially!”
I laughed. “Official continue reading …
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