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“And a bottle of wine,” he ordered. “You’ll love it. Super expensive.”
She didn't drink. He knew it but didn't care. He went on to talk about his expensive new suit. Didn't he look smart, he asked, scanning the restaurant for familiar faces.
“This is the best place in town, very hip, super expensive too. Oh, hey, Vincent,” he waved hellos left and right, turning his back to her.
When she walked away, he didn't even notice it. And now he had that super expensive existence all to his radiant, perfectly pathetic self. And she was free. Wasn't life grand?
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