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"Freezing rain," she says, and pours another inch and a half neatly into the bottom of a teacup liberated from the kitchen. "I've added that to my list. Freezing rain, dual carriageways, being shot at, and Tom Quinn telling me I could pass for Zoe's mother. I'd prefer any of the above."
She nudges the bottle an inch closer to Juliet's side of the table and quirks an eyebrow. "Do try and keep up. There's no excuse for letting me turn into a miserable gin-soaked old woman on my own."
A conversation between old not-quite-friends goes somewhere slightly unexpected.
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She nudges the bottle an inch closer to Juliet's side of the table and quirks an eyebrow. "Do try and keep up. There's no excuse for letting me turn into a miserable gin-soaked old woman on my own."
A conversation between old not-quite-friends goes somewhere slightly unexpected.
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