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Abby was already seated at their usual booth when Sammi slammed the entrance door of their favorite café open, pushed the waitress aside, and rushed toward her. Clapping her hands in glee, she beamed down at Abby for a moment before bending over to hug her. Two fingers popped up as she turned to the waitress and ordered, “Two mimosas and keep them coming! We’re here to celebrate!”
Shimmying her butt down into the opposite seat of their booth, Sammi slapped her palms on the table and let out a celebratory whoop.
“Of all my friends, you’re the only one who shares my obsession with s*x and the City and”—Abby waved her hand up and down—“who has the ability to come to a French café dressed in leather from head to toe.”
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