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[There are already a good deal of cigarettes in the ashtray by the time they convene together. It's also her second cup of coffee. Maybe she came to relax, but... that isn't something Marie does. She's still sharp and penetratively attentive to everything around her, shoulders and elbows bony where she's perched at the outdoor patio table, a coffee cup cradled in her hands in front of her mouth.]

Here.

[No real preamble, she lifts an envelope from her purse and offers it out between two fingers, waiting to return to her coffee.]