Anya ordered a vodka martini with extra olives. "You may have a point there and I'm sure Doc Samson will agree with you." Anya grinned when Francie wrinkled her nose. Anya knew she didn't like the nickname, never had, but Anya always got away with it.
"Of course I am. Genetics. I was born for parties like this."
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