_Margot…_

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_**Was it cruel of me to have our last date in the same place as our first? It’s not like there hadn’t been dates in between, and in this postcard-sized town Marty’s Diner was the only decent place to eat anyway. We were cubbied up in the corner booth like always, sharing a basket of onion rings and a pair of milkshakes, but I think we both knew today was different.

“Are you nervous...

“Garage sale. You owe me six bucks.”

My client stared at me, eyes bugged out like a goldfish. Every feature on her face was gaunt with stress—she was the human embodiment of that one Edvard Munch painting. “And you’re sure it’s the same one” She pressed, her goldfish eyes boring into the back of my head. “He won’t be able to tell the difference?”

“Same model number and everything. I even scuffed...