“Let’s do this!” Biddy called, walking towards me at a fast clip. “You know I don’t power walk,” I groaned. “I’ll tone it down a notch,” she replied dismissively. “I’ve been dying to get over here since the weather turned.” She paused, looking me over. “A Ghostbusters t-shirt, really?” “I don’t have many short-sleeved shirts,” …

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“You want a glass of wine?” Chris asked, opening the refrigerator door. “No thanks,” I replied. “You sure?” He asked, glancing over at me. “I’ve got a bubbly water,” I replied, holding up the can to show him. “It’s nice out, let’s sit on the porch for your interview.”         Chris sighed. “Come on,” I pleaded. …

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