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Bev waited in front of her apartment building, bag in hand. She checked her watch for the fiftieth time. Katie wasn’t late, she reminded herself. Bev had just been so excited that she was packed and outside waiting half an hour early. Anxiety bubbled within her chest. After that first phone call with Julie, she hadn’t known what to feel. At first, Bev had been annoyed that Katie had entered her name into the drawing without telling her. Bev didn’t want her personal information floating around for anyone to use for their pleasure. Why take the risk of someone selling her email address when she had nearly zero percent chance of winning?
But then it had sunk in. Bev Miller had won something. That never happened. And it wasn’t a day at the spa…it was a day in space. She wasn’t sure what to
