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Chapter Eleven: Existential Crises
Who signs a text message? The thought bounced around in Avery’s head, a non sequitur that she barely kept from spilling past her lips. It was the kind of thing that old people or luddites did - and Pascal didn’t look old. At least, she hadn’t thought he was old; younger than her for certain. Maybe he just wanted to make sure she knew his name? It’s not like she had his number saved in her phone or anything. “I’ll be there in about an hour.” she sent back, then decided she probably ought to save his number, and did so. James finished paying their bill, signing the credit slip and handing it back over to their waiter, before turning back to her. Avery slid her phone back into her purse, trying to pretend for all the world, though especially for James, that everything was hunky-dory. “Eve
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