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Jim’s clip found her on a winter Friday night at home, with Paola and Claudia. Silvia read the Twitter DM and asked Paola to make more mate, while she breathed deep and sat down opposite Claudia, to tell her whom she’d actually met before leaving the US.
Claudia laughed out loud, refusing to believe a single word she’d just said.
So Silvia showed Claudia the video from the Miller ranch, and the blog Jim had designed for them to share their stuff.
“Why don’t just have a Facebook private group?” asked Paola from the kitchen, while Claudia gaped at the pictures.
“Jay hates any social network related in any way to Mark Zuckerberg,” Silvia replied. “He even calls him Suckerborg! And he swears he’ll never give him access to his phone and personal information.”
Paola came back to the table and nodded to Claudia, chuckling. Their friend was still gawking at the one photo of
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