Saul stared at his Whisky Sour. He hadn’t heard from Zoe in about a week. Maybe she had lost interest.	All at once, the room was filled with people laughing, talking about how wonderful it was to be a couple. He was mildly amused at how disconcerting being alone felt. He had met Zoe about a month ago, when he helped her cross a busy boulevard. Yet, it seemed like he had known her for years.	He stepped outside to call and leave another message.
Michael Benzehabe
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