[I'm Sam and I killed my ex-boyfriend. And his sister. And his dad. Sam scowls as she brings her coffee over to join Tara. Her fucked up little placard had her seated on the opposite side of the coffee shop; Sam picks it up and drops it on the table next to Tara's, flipping both over so no one else can read them. ]
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They wouldn't be New York bagels, anyway.