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... from chapter 3...
Before Shelly was seated, the waiter had placed a giant martini in front of him. Shelly held it up to my almost full glass of wine and said, “To your health . . . and to us.”
Us. It had such a nice ring to it. Not since my marriage had anyone referred to me as “us,” the partner in my last relationship having spoken exclusively in the first person singular. I was feeling lightheaded, and I’d only had two sips of wine. Careful.
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