JfDI!
How to sell brilliantly
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She didn't ever smoke, but inhaled deeply on the begged cigarette; she didn't ever cry but dabbed at ruined make-up; she didn't ever drink coffee but sipped at the small Americano. How long could a long weekend be? It had been the most wonderful of art programmes in the most beautiful of Italian towns. He had been the most handsome of fellow students, originally from Berlin. It had been the fastest of romances, the most beautiful of full moons and the most clichéd of Sinatra tracks.
How long could a long weekend be? Too long: five hours still until her flight.