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“I don’t know,” Lena said. And for the first time in years, she didn’t reach for a plan, a binder, or a laminated tab.

“No,” she said, not looking up. “Winging it is how you get the psychic who forgets her crystals and has a breakdown in the hallway.” tight ass candid

Lena exhaled. She pulled out her binder. Tab 7: Emotional Guest Protocol . After the show, Lena didn’t go home. She went to a bar called The Hidden Well, three blocks from the studio, where the lighting was low and no one recognized faces from television. She ordered a whiskey neat and sat at the end of the bar, her usual spot, where she could see the door and the exits. “I don’t know,” Lena said

“Rough night?” asked the bartender, a woman named Sage with silver rings on every finger. She was the only person in L.A. who called Lena by her first name without making it sound like a question. “Winging it is how you get the psychic