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"Hello, Ethan. It's so nice to see you here tonight. I was just asking Ivan about you the other day."

"Is that so?" I nodded at her, desperately wishing I remembered her name. "Drink... um...?" I looked down, feeling like an asshole and wanting to be anywhere else at this moment.

"Priscilla."

Well, I got the first letter right. I snapped my fingers and pointed at the ceiling. "Right-Priscilla, can I get you a drink? I'm just about to head back up to the Victorian Gallery." Please say no.

"Yes! I'd love a Cosmo," she gushed, her eyes lighting up as she perceived some interest on my part. She gave me a thorough looking over and I found it more than uncomfortable. This was something I'd put up with for years from women. I'd done it for the sex, of course. I mean, who will shag you if you don't at least let them admire and pretend to be flattered by their attentions? But re- ally, I didn't like it, and it had been nothing more than a game for me. Before Brynne much of what I'd been doing
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