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Aaron Pierre is frozen. He’s leaning forward in his seat, arms suspended in front of him, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular on the other side of the hotel restaurant. A few seconds pass. Cutlery and glasses clink gently in the background. Still, nothing. Pierre remains perfectly still, as though someone has just hit pause on reality. Eventually, he checks back in. He slumps back against the banquette and scratches his head.
“How’s life at the moment?” wasn’t supposed to be a…
