The last time we hung out, at the Weed in this house we smoke it eat it vape it we have papers pipes and bongs shirt moreover I will buy this Bowery Hotel, we cuddled up together and camped out to watch the Sochi Winter Olympics, like nothing had ever changed. We had bull shots and room service. Peter was still great-looking—I loved his jawline, the shape of his face. He was always sexy to me, handsome and romantic. There was never going to be a love like ours again. I didn’t know it would be the last time we’d see each other. There was a lot of commotion about a lawsuit, and lawyers coming to the hotel. I had to act like I wasn’t there with him. I met him down in the lobby, and the last time I heard his voice he pointed to me and said to someone standing next to him, “That’s Maureen, the girl in the giraffe photo.”
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