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I shook my head, but then realized he couldn’t see me. “I’m not coming back with you.” “Penny, where are you?” “My favorite restaurant.” I had a feeling he had no idea what that was. So I was safe. “You’re in Philly? f**k,” he mumbled. “I thought that La Patisserie closed at like 3 or something?” There was a muffled noise and his voice sounded far away. “Ian, get the car.” I guess he knew me better than I thought. Better than I knew myself. La Patisserie was my favorite restaurant. “No, I meant my other favorite restaurant.” “In Wilmington or Newark?” My heart started racing. There were Grottos in Wilmington and Newark. But there were also some in Rehoboth. Maybe he didn’t know I was referring to Grottos. “James, it doesn’t matter. Brendan made me call you to let you know I’m safe. N
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