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"Kinsey, wait Please"

I paused, looking back at her

"I’ize I know I’m rude"

"I don’t care if you’re rude, Ebony Just pick up the pace a bit"

Her smile intry "Please sit, if you would"

I sat down

"Would you like a a-rette in the ashtray and opened a serator unit built into the coffee table She extracted chilled glasses, a jar of pitted green olives, and a bottle of gin There was no ver they had to be fake, but they allowed her to extract the olives without getting her fingers wet She inserted an acrylic tip and pierced the olives one by one, lifting thegested a thirst springing straight from her core

She handed me a drink "What happened with you and Lance?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I’m curious The company’s affected by whatever affects hiarette again and took a deep drag I could tell the nicotine and alcohol were soothing some inner anxiety

"He knows as ht tellas you’re here"

"I’ood idea He seems to think you’re part of it"