We had absolutely nothing in common. She likes rich, salty Italian dishes and hiding her emotions. I don’t care about meals, will grab anything to fuel myself, and—as you know—I’m partial to freaking out, as you would say. She likes Booker winners. I like Lee Child. She likes twenty degrees and sunny. For me, the more dramatic the better: give me a storm, twelve inches of snow, a heatwave so mad it melts the pavements and gets on the news. She likes thoughtful, subtitled films. I like stupid action thrillers. But, nevertheless, we found, in that old-fashioned lift with its accordion doors,
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