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Four years before the Community
Sara and Bea sat outside a Philz, sipping sweet, strong coffee and luxuriating in the sun. It was one of those autumn days where the sun was still strong but not too hot, when it touches your skin like an old friend. It was midmorning and Bea had just recounted how she’d already had six coffees that morning.
“How are you not jittery?” Sara asked.
Bea shrugged. She did look a little antsy to Sara, but remarkably calm for someone with a near-fatal dose of caffeine in her veins. “It’s what it takes to get me awake these days.”
“You need to take better care of yourself.”
“Like sleeping more?”
“Exactly like sleeping more.”
“Easy for you to say, Ms. I-have-an-office-job,” Bea replied.
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Sara said, relenting. “But how long are y
