Just reaching for another juicy taste of shrimp cocktail, I feel the tap on my back. "Oh heeeyyy! How are you?" It is one of the PR contacts I had dealt with during my years of reporting. Her tight turtleneck seemed to be squeezing the wire thin smile across her face.
"Great, Abby! Good to see you," I say. "How are you?"
"No complaints. This is my husband Mitch," she lovingly nudges a wispy-haired guy in a grey sweater. He extends...
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