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... nd customers were set.
From a gaze, she watched the view of the city through the ceiling-to-floor window.
She crossed her legs and tapped her foot gently beat by beat to the rhythm of the jazz music that was played at the bar.
She stretched her hand as she took a sip of her Long Island tea from its cup.
Her face was full of satisfaction as she moved with the rhythm of the jazz until she was interrupted by the sound of her phone call ringtone.
She took it f ...
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