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"All right - it was nice meet you too, Ms. Whitehall," Jake replied, unable to say 'again' since he couldn't remember her all that well. Putting down his coffee, he stood up and walked over to her, extending out his hand. "Good luck with Amerie and I would appreciate it if you could ask about those top box seats," he said with a smile, figuring that asking her to do it would be a lot smarter than just hoping the answer would come along one day.
"Come back soon," he added as an afterthought, remembering his boredom before she had arrived. If people weren't going to visit him he was going to end up worse than those horrid people who ONLY cared about their work and nothing else. Yuck.
__________________ yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____
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