Bailey does introductions, and I try to remember, though my brain is buzzing. Shannon is the loud one with pale skin and dark hair, and I think Jenny is the name of the one with glasses, rows of tiny braids, and light brown skin. Her disposition reminds me a little of Bailey. She speaks so softly, it’s hard to hear her over the music. I realize I’ve met the older woman at the shelter—Beth, with her white curls and wide smile. I’m too distracted by the feel of Bailey’s leg pressed against mine under the table to take in much else. I’m wearing jeans so I can’t feel her skin, but just knowing
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