"Amy, honey," she said in her high-pitched voice like an insistent ringing in my ears and left the two women following her like lapdogs to give her a hug from the position I was in. I watched her through the mirror and smiled softly, not too forcibly, so as not to give her the wrong ideas. "Gwen, hi." "I saw you a while ago, you bumped into someone, didn't you," she leaned against the sink, as her minions entered the bathroom. "Yeah, some idiot who wasn't watching where he was going," she denied and smiled. "You don't change, do you, maybe they bumped into each other for a reason," she lifted the men. "You sound like Lucas," I rolled my eyes. "And maybe he's right, you are very lonely even though you hang out with men. And not just any men, right," he gave me a meaningful look, but I couldn't qu
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