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Rebecca left her desk the next morning to walk to the San Francisco Beat magazine office. For once, the sky wasn’t gray and foggy, but bright with sun. The tabloid’s office wasn’t far from the Hall of Justice. Sometimes it was easier to walk than to fight traffic and then hunt for parking.
It was strange, Rebecca thought, as she walked, how quickly things could change in life. She’d thought her life might be moving in one direction, and then, at the drop of a hat—or a magazine article—it had made a complete U-turn. She hadn’t thought, until she faced Richie at the steakhouse, how deep the sting of the San Francisco Beat article had hit. And then, out of her mouth, came words that were both hateful and unfair. As soon as she’d said them, she regretted it, but was too angry to say so.
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