"Oh, it's doing all right, "I said, "Making money..."
A slow silence befell the room for thirty seconds as we exchanged glances occasionally, myself somewhat uncomfortable still, she somewhat uneasy, I imagine. A car outside blowing Mexican rap music goes by with a smile with closed, relaxed eyes, as one hand of hers rubber her forearm ently, turning her face away. Maybe it will return in the future, maybe not. Until then, G4 is
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