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“We need to talk,” said Jen, grinding coffee, her face stern. “I know about last night.”
“Oh God, Jen, I’m so sorry. It meant nothing. I was drunk and she—”
“What I was going to say,” Jen interrupted, “is that I know about the five hundred quid you loaned Tom.”
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