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Behind the bar is a glass-fronted wine fridge filled with Laurent-Perrier sparkling rosé. Coco does a quick tally—there are forty-two bottles of champagne on display.
Leslee taps the steering wheel as Taylor Swift sings, I’m drunk in the back of the car, and I cried like a baby coming home from the bar. It’s been a cruel summer for Leslee, but right now she seems relaxed.

