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"I'm not?"

"His name is Tofu," Leo said, handing her a charger. "And you're Amelia Wang, right? The one who writes the lifestyle column?" Amelia-Wang---Your-next-door-whore --

They sat on his thrifted couch — him cross-legged, her awkwardly perched — while her laptop charged. He made tea. He asked about her process. She asked about his drumming. Three hours passed like three minutes. She finished her article on his coffee table, and he didn't once look over her shoulder. "I'm not