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Robin seemed satisfied by this and she sat back, holding up her finger and squinting her eyes as she looked at each of our glasses, evidently trying to measure how much mimosa we had without actually standing up.
The little round table was filled with flowers and surrounded by women, most of whom I didn’t really know. Of course I’d met Pam and El, and crossed paths with Robin a few times and met Hannah. But then there were Janice and Sophia, a friend of El’s named Gigi, who she’d met at a wine conference she attended for work, and a very old woman named Pauline, who was whipping out centerpieces faster than I would have imagined possible.
“So,” Robin said, once she’d topped off all the glass
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