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“Hi, Kurt. Please sit down. I
ordered you a latte, I wasn’t sure about
the kind you like.”
“That’s kind of you. Thank you.”
He takes a sip of his drink, his hands
trembling ever so slightly. He’s strung
out from too much caffeine to make up
for the lack of sleep.
"How've you been, really?" I ask,
trying to maintain eye contact, which is
