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She scans the room, noticing a lone figure hunched over a battered turntable. The boy’s headphones are the only thing that isolates him from the murmuring crowd. His name tag reads 2.2 The First Conversation Jay catches the tail end of Sara’s laugh as she orders a single malt Scotch. Their eyes meet over the amber liquid. “You look like you’ve been chasing ghosts,” he says, gesturing toward her satchel.

He jokes, “So I’m officially your junior partner.” HussiePass.20.10.30.Sara.Jay.Shes.Twice.His.Age...

Sara smiles, “And you look like you’re trying to trap them in vinyl.” She scans the room, noticing a lone figure