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He smiled, handing her the drink that sat on the table and reached for his own glass of something pink, icy and with a tiny rainbow-colored umbrella.
“Then may I make a toast? Here’s to new friendships, Miss…” he began and for a moment she was transfixed and frozen in her seat by his dazzling smile. Her breath catching, her pulse thrumming in her ears. He cleared his throat softly, her cue to finish his sentence.
“Oh, Dennis…I’m Sandra Dennis,” she answered, touching glasses briefly before tipping her now warm iced tea to her lips.
She swallowed such a large gulp of the amber liquid, that it felt like a rock sliding down her esophagus. She grimaced at the sensation and pain as the liquid slo
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