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I met Bill, Dasha, and Vineel at the Olive Tree downtown—a place with black slate tables and chalk in white dishes. After Bill and I got cut off we went across the intersection to another bar where we met one nice German and her two mean friends. One of the mean ones smacked me in the head before dragging the nice one across the floor and out the door. "She only did it because she's rich and bored," Amrei (the nice one) later explained. |
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departure, descent |
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