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“I get the feeling you’re not selling cookies."
“Right.” Tony drained his glass and looked over the back of the couch at her. “Bring the bottle with you."
She got her glass and sauntered back over to the couch, sitting down, then offered the bottle to him. “Here you are.” She took a sip and sighed.
"Thanks.” He poured himself another glass, setting the bottle on the coffee table next to his phone. “So how long have you been out of service now?"
"About 7 years now. I did my twenty, got out when I was 37-38 ish.” She took another drink. “Why trying to figure out how old I am?”
