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I looked at Chloe. She was now taking a group selfie, her arm around the DJ, her smile fixed and radiant. She didn't notice I wasn't in the frame. Chloe was the "lifestyle and entertainment" section of

She pulled a worn paperback from her coat—not a phone, an actual book—and slid a few crumpled bills onto the bar. I loved her

"All that performance," she murmured, still watching her glass. "Must be exhausting."