Loose Change Sydney hunted through her purse, its unworn leather resisting her tugs. Impatient, she dumped it out. Coins jingled on the bench, her key ring landing on her first paystub. Weiss smoothed out the pile. “Alive for three weeks and I have this much change?” “Save your change and you’ll be a millionaire.” He picked out the quarters, then slapped them in her palm. “Oprah said so.” “Well, I’m spending mine.” She fed them to the machine, then pushed him inside the booth, yanking the curtain behind her closed. “Missed opportunity, Syd.” The bulb flashed as her lips hit his cheek.
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