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LEAH
Leah Connolly was having a good quarter.
For starters, she was dating again. For a long while she’d been near celibate, because trying to find love in Silicon Valley was a nightmare of sorts, a market failure of inaccurate pricing and lopsided supply and demand. But after too long on her own she became miserable, not just in her own feelings, but also a more miserable person, and so she’d resolved to try. For her last date, she had met an Iranian named Dana at Evvia in Palo Alto; Dana had both paid and refrained from asking to share Leah’s galaktoboureko, upon which they’d returned to Dana’s, a cute three-bedroom cottage in Waverly Park. By the next morning, Leah was at her own apartment, where she microwaved a day-old cup of coffee before signing on to Navient and making her fi
