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I nodded.
“Okay.”
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I was seated at the end of the table. My eyeliner had run, and I had chased off the chef. He wasn’t needed. I could order takeout, which I did, but seeing the full spread already in the kitchen made me pick at it. I had been through what couldn’t have been more than four glasses of wine. Maybe four bottles. Hell, maybe a bottle of vodka too. Who would know? No one. I was alone in this large home. Scary to think about since I would be sleeping here- maybe that second bottle of vodka was the reason I didn’t feel jittery.
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