Thursday morning, 10:30 a.m.
(Well, not early, but early. You know?)
Oh fuck, I have brunch with Ellen at 11. I won’t make it.
[insert trying to make it, failing]
Can I push by half an hour?
– Yeah sure. Just let me know.
Meet her at 12. Naturally.
This is good. Sparrow is just opening.
Ellen, you look great! How are you?
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