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Jackie

“Never thought I’d see you with that haircut,” says Epstein.

“The meds are helping.” Jackie smiles. The coffeehouse is warm and yellow.

“They really did a nummm.” Epstein tries to take back the half-word. “Fixed you up in there, huh?”

“I maintain that everything’s data,” Jackie says quietly. “But I’m better at prioritizing some over others.”

“Not still trying to decode your heartbeat?” Epstein asks. “You’re not doing that thing where somebody says where’s that siren, and you take two steps and–”

“I told you,” says Jackie, “the meds are helping,” and reads the barcode of a passing bicycle’s spokes.

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