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looking up. "Drink this." He pus

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backstage, looking intense, with a

to shake, rattling the cup against the saucer. "They're going

on his screen. "It's the standard playbo

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wrote on a napkin.

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deny it, you look defensive. But if you agree to the stage, you get the m

'm broken,"

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er. It was humiliating. I apologize for m

ey didn't notice Josie in the corner, her phone plugged in