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A Rumination of Rapid-Fire Fiction. Brought to you by The Blow Up Dolls in the Reflecting Pond Society. Sunday, September 22, 2013. Our gazes tangled and caught across an ocean of steak, both his tongs and mine grabbing for the same medium rare New York strip. He smiled. I frowned. 8220;Hey. He said. 8220;Hello. I attempted to offer an adequately polite greeting but knew the inflection of my voice affected a substandard result. Him and his grabby tongs. Let go of the steak? He blinked at me three times.

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A Rumination of Rapid-Fire Fiction. Brought to you by The Blow Up Dolls in the Reflecting Pond Society. Sunday, September 22, 2013. Our gazes tangled and caught across an ocean of steak, both his tongs and mine grabbing for the same medium rare New York strip. He smiled. I frowned. 8220;Hey. He said. 8220;Hello. I attempted to offer an adequately polite greeting but knew the inflection of my voice affected a substandard result. Him and his grabby tongs. Let go of the steak? He blinked at me three times.

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