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with the chewiest, sweetest, bitterest coffee that has ever made her feel six feet eleven and three-quarters inches tall. “Let’s just say this one more thing before I refer further angel-related questions to any angels as may appear. There is no man in the world that could take you like an angel.” The old woman pats the girl on the arm. “If the angel led you here and spent the night with you, then this must be the place.” She nods at the other women. “This must be the place, yes?” Just then they all turn their heads at a