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The olive fell off the toothpick onto which it had just been speared, and landed with a soft "plunk in Alison's martini. "Thanks, she said, fishing it out and popping it into her mouth. I chewed on the end of my toothpick for a second, sucking out the absolute last of the gin from my own martini before tossing it onto the table beside the just-emptied glass.