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her a tight-lipped smile. Stephanie, the
receptionist, brings me a bottle of water,
and I take it from her thankfully. I open
the top and drink nearly half in one go.
Jess finishes with the blonde woman
who kisses her on both her cheeks in that
“hello, darling" kind of way. She sashays
away, Jess behind her.
“How are things with you and
Cohen?” Jess asks when she returns.
