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“Crazy good,” she says.

Satisfied, I grin and reach around her for a snifter glass to pour my own. This stuff packs a punch at almost thirteen percent ABV—nothing as crazy as a shot of liquor, but strong enough that it should help me through this conversation. “How was your day?”

“Good.”

There’s a hesitation in her voice that makes me frown. “What? What happened?”

She searches my face