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The truth was that weeks ago, Sarah Jane might have known precisely what was going on. As it was, when she had been invited to Casey's place, she fathomed that it would likely be another conversation and that would be that. Let it not be said that she had any sort of high hopes. Still, she'd put on a decent black comfortable frock and had tied her hair back before heading off, knowing that if nothing else, she could always go to Benny's after for a night of commiseration.
But she wasn't going to fall to self-pity that quickly, oh no. No, she was going to show up and see what all this was. She knocked firmly on his door, chin held high. "Casey?" she announced. "Casey, I'm here."
But she wasn't going to fall to self-pity that quickly, oh no. No, she was going to show up and see what all this was. She knocked firmly on his door, chin held high. "Casey?" she announced. "Casey, I'm here."