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If she were normal, and well-adjusted, and had done this — whatever this was — more recently than medical school, Samira would simply text him. But she isn’t, and has no idea what she’d even say anyway, so she instead finds herself at a boxing club south of the river, her impulsive search query of “Jack Abbot + boxing + Pittsburgh” still open in a Safari tab on her phone. — Samira adds a new frequent flyer to her rotation.








