Nancy sat at the table in the kitchen, idly stirring her finger in a cup of cold coffee and staring into space. She felt like shit. And there wasn't really a specific reason for it - just one of those days, one of those weeks, maybe. She was bored and sick of this fucking island and she missed her kids and she missed Judah and she missed sex and
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"What?" he asked, looking from her cup to the rest of the pot with dawning horror. "Not decaf?"
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"Not a frappuccino fan, I take it."
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"What's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?" he said, trying purposefully to sound as cheesy as possible.
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