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“Is that what I think it is?” She asks, but before I can answer, there is a knock on the door. “Are you expecting someone?”
“Certainly am.” I say. “Come on in, Frankie.” The door opens to reveal Frankie, my TA, holding a coffee tray and backed by a 10-man security team in full body armor.