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He shows me a Bitmoji Amy has sent him, saying she hopes he’s having a great day.

“When are you seeing her again?” I ask.

“Haven’t decided. Olga asked if I was free. You don’t mind, do you? I mean, if you do, you can have first dibs. Or we can share her.”

“Go for it. I don’t mind.”

“You sure?”

I think I’ll return the sweater myself. It would make sense for me to get Bridget’s number before driving over to Berkeley, but I’ve got nothing scheduled for the afternoon.

“I’m sure,” I reply.