“Why hasn’t anyone tried to puzzle-piece us yet??” Tara cried, as we collected our drinks at the bar.
I laughed. “Relax, we’ve only been here five minutes.”
She sighed.
“Now remember,” I instructed. “We’re undercover. No mention of the blog, okay? Undercover.”
“Undercover,” she repeated, nodding. “Right. No mention of the blog.”
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He was almost to the door. Soon, he’d be gone.
I called after him. “Hey Marc, wait!”
He turned back to me. “Yeah?”
I began rummaging around in my wallet. “Can you get me a pack of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups while you’re there? Like the family-size pack?” Marc was off to Duane Reade to up our stash for the Office Gum Culture Task-Force. I found a 5 dollar bill and waved it at him. “But I mean, the mini-size, but in the family bag?” I sighed and shook my head. “Sorry, I’m not feeling well. I’m not making a lot of sense.”
He approached my desk and took the cash. “Sure, no problem.”
“Thanks,” I said. Then I turned back to my computer and tried to focus.
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