the stack when she paused, a particularly enthusiastic invitation catching her eye. The playbill-style font invited her to attend the wrap party for an independent film titled, And I Did, The Life of Nellie Bly. It promised to be an evening of note, with plenty of cheap whiskey for all attendees, and a chance to view exclusive clips from nine to eleven p.m. on this very night.

Coincidence or fate, she wondered idly as she tapped the announcement against her chin. Either way, perhaps it was a good idea to go out tonight. She looked over her shoulder toward the window. Oliver's bar wasn't that far away, maybe about a quarter of a mile on foot. It might be nice to see a friendly face. An attractive, friendly face. And if something should happen…well, it wasn't like she was after a r...

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