Olivia awoke with a terrible headache. She had barely opened her eyes when a flash of white pain struck directly between them. She squinted, creasing her mahogany brow, trying to drive the pain away. Whorls and splatters of neon lights danced in the darkness under her lids, like chanting pagans around the white bonfire of her migraine. Tears welled
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Keep up with the newsletters - I've enjoyed every one.
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Also, you being in NY explains why we couldn't get ahold of you last night...
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Yeah, this NY thing has ruined a lot of my plans. Oh well. We'll chill upon my return.
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You are my hero.
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