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Mari spotted me first. She raised her hand and waved, already sipping an iced coffee with extra whipped cream.
"You're late," she teased as I slid into the seat across from her. "Again."
I smiled, but it didn't reach my eyes. "Sorry. Traffic was a mess."
She gave me a look. "You always use that excuse when something's wrong."
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