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prime spot. Elena was next to him,

ed up, she was there, engaging in polite conversation with a French diplomat. Sh

in his gut. Logic said: Impossible. She was sick. She

ties, stood up at Serena's table to make a

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led without looking u

oman who used to be afraid to order pizza over th

screeched. "She's going to

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