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hide. Their weight problems, their
indiscretions, or insecurities. I am none
of those things. I blend in well enough.
Taylor Finch approaches my table,
and I smile up at her. "Can I get you a
refill?" she asks, not meeting my eyes.
She seems to be doodling on the notepad.
"Yeah, sure. And maybe one of
those lemon and poppy seed muffins." I
say kindly. Up close, she is as pretty as
a picture with her pouty lips and azure
