"'Us. Like the olive oil... ' He looked at her, hoping that would be clear, but fidgeting because he didn't know how to explain it any better. 'It's been opened, it's been used, but it's still extra virgin.'

She was still holding his hand.

'No,' she said, 'that's not it.'

He nodded.

'Recycled," he said. "Recycled virgins.'"

 

 

 

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