Instead of yawning, Carol glanced around the room and wondered why the smiling idiot was smiling, and thought he looked familiar. Nearly everyone in here looked familiar. If she needed a name, she only had to nudge the still talkative man wearing on her patience to look in that direction and she was sure she'd get a name and a media history.
When caught looking, she raised her still full glass slightly and returned to making her mental list of things to be done later tonight and tomorrow, and smiling in general.
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