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That night Sara met up with her friends for dinner, introducing Priya to Drew and Lacey and May and Alexa.
She was somewhat gratified to realize that here, in her new life, she had a more solid group of girlfriends than she had ever had in her old one. Ever since college her only steady female friend had been Bea. But then, she figured, that wasn’t terribly surprising given the demographics in her startup-centric social circle.
They sat around a table draped in a white cloth on the sidewalk outside one of the few places in town that felt like a nice restaurant instead of a simple cafe, drinking wine that almost tasted real and wrapped in furs that she was glad were not. A gas-burning fire flickered comfortingly beside them, the flames wrapping up around artificial wood in a half-hear
