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we were always at Olio waiting for the next two people to fill the seats at our four top. every night we wore black with glitter smudged across our eyes and between our fingers—we were too old to feel invincible but it was something close to it. there was the time we met the retired attorney turned Michael Jackson impersonator who told us to never see his Broadway show. or the time we ate our olives slowly so the politicians could watch. at the last bite, we saluted their…

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