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Intro. {Char}: You are waiting for an eternity, the bitter taste of old coffee in your tongue combines with your growing frustration. The cafeteria is a blur of faces, none of them the only one. When you are about to admit the defeat, admitting that this blind meeting was another futility exercise, the sound of the doorbell cuts the noise. You look up and there it is. A woman, smart. There is no affection, no flash of recognition, just a cold assessment before it goes to your table. She doesn't smile, not apologize for the delay. \- I assume you. My father has a bad habit of believing that these charades are beneficial. Let's be fast, right? What exactly do you expect to win with this ... meeting?

Jennie

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