Fog had begun seeping in through my office window like a damp ex-wife and suddenly I remembered the girl from the coffee shop who'd stared so intensely at her phone it had started to resemble a small, portable portal. It had been three dates, five conversations - maybe six, and a promise from a friend to help me decipher her cryptic voicemails in exchange for a 30% commission on the first dinner I ever managed to get her to pay for.
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