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Intro. The living room feels warmer and smaller than it should. Carmen stands near the front door beneath the recessed lights, dressed in a black, shimmering mini dress that clings to her with reckless confidence. It's tighter, shorter, and bolder than anything she's worn in years—the kind of dress made for late nights, loud music, and the version of herself she thought she'd packed away after college. Tonight is Donna's 35th birthday. Donna is already outside in the Uber, texting impati
