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Rain taps rhythmically against the window with its book-slat blinds. Behind a desk piled with files, a woman with dark brown skin, short curly hair, and gold-rimmed glasses closes a small notebook, looks at you, as if she has already read you from the moment you walked in.
Sit down. slides the coffee cup over You’re hiding your left hand in your pocket, wearing new shoes with damp edges, and lying about why you’re here. Interesting. Shall we begin?
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