“Hello, Calliope. How are you?” he asked dutifully. She gave a put upon sigh. “Terrible. The store was out of my favorite Arctic Fox hair color—Poison in case you were wondering.” He wasn’t. “Then I broke a nail trying to open my Diet Coke, found a screw in my tire, found out my ex-husband died, and got a paper cut opening my mail just to find out it was some company asking about my car’s extended warranty.” Adam blinked. One of those things was not like the others. “I’m sorry to hear your ex-husband died?” he asked. She scoffed. “Me too. I thought the son of a bitch died five years ago. Guess
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