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“And why not your first favorite?” Jenner questioned. “Come on, son. You know the best restaurant in this town will be the one that’s in my hotel.” He looked at Hannah and me. “The hotel that you two are going to ensure gets built.” “You can count on it.” I chuckled. “I’m going to grab us another round,” Hannah said, jumping down from the stool as we sat around the high-top in the corner of the bar, where we’d come after dinner. “Does everyone want the same drinks?” Walter, Jenner, and I nodded. As Hannah left the table, I watched her disappear into the crowd of dancers, a much different setup than the spots we frequented in LA. There was a bluegrass band on a small stage in the front, and people of all ages were line dancing. With all the cowboy hats and thick belt buckles and boots
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