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Hilary
The next morning, I was deep into drawing my school project when Hannah called. She said she would be in town and wanted to go out to lunch with me. I started protesting, saying I had lots to do, but she said she knew I could make my own hours at work, so she wouldn’t take no for an answer.
At 12:15 p.m., I met her at a deli place two blocks from work.
We sat in a booth in the middle of the deli, ordered our lunches, and talked about mundane things for the first fifteen minutes. I had eaten half of my panini when she opened up about the real reason for meeting me.
“So,” she started.
I rolled my eyes. “I knew this wasn’t a social lunch. Okay, what is it?”
“It is! Can’t I have lunch with my sister?”
“Of course you can, but I know you. You’re far too busy, especially around
