She tapped a long fingernail on The New Yorker. Makes you too elite.
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The woman slipped off the table and moved to the washer. “I’m getting my wash out of this one. You can use it,” she said. “I’m Dayvye. D-A-Y-V-Y-E. Work name is David, but I’m changing as you can see.”
