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before peeling off her leather blazer and draping it over a dining chair.
Mary Ann followed her into the apartment and threw her arms around my neck before I had a chance to respond. "Oh my God Sophie, I'm so sorry! I've never known anyone who's done anything like that. I think I would just be a wreck if I were in your shoes."
I pulled away from the stranglehold and searched Mary Ann's blue eyes for some clue as to what she was talking about. "Okay I give. Were you speaking in code or am I just so sleep deprived that the English language no longer makes sense to me?"
Dena raised a thick Sicilian eyebrow and seated herself on the armrest of my sofa. "You haven't turned on the T.V. news today, have you?"

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