Jeremy was caught off guard by the question.He lowered his head, falling silent.Then, almost without thinking, he picked up the glass of orange juice on the table and took a small sip.The juice was sweet and slightly cold, with plump bits of pulp mixed in.It reminded him of how, every now and then, especially around the holidays, his mother would bring home a bottle of juice from the restaurant where she worked.She always said it was leftovers from banquets.There were all kinds of juices in big bottles, but the one he and his sister loved most was the pulpy orange juice.A whole bottle never lasted long. Neither of them wanted to finish it too quickly, but they could never resist.Every few seconds, one of them would pour another cup, and before long, the whole bottle would be nearly empty.However, whenever there was only one cup left, his sister would always give it to him.…Jeremy slowly set his cup down and looked up at Jane."Right now, my sister is the single m
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