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“Well, a man came into the ER today with a spoon stuck up his butt,” Natasha explained nonchalantly, laying her napkin down on her lap. It had obviously been a rather stressful day at the hospital, so she was grateful to have a friend to sit down and have dinner with. “So, that’s why I drink. Why do you drink?”
“What’ll it be?” she asked, resting her forearms on the bar in front of the stranger. Paige’s patience was wearing thin, especially after another customer spilled their drink. Still, she tried to remain polite. “We have a few new drinks on the menu,” she rambled, waiting for their order. “I really like that one.” She reached over, pointing at one of the drinks on the list.
“Did you read about that on WebMD?” Grace asked, sitting up in her seat to examine her friend. “You wouldn’t believe the number of people I treat on a daily basis who’ve misdiagnosed themselves with WebMD.” She reached over, pulling them closer.
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Plum stood in the foyer of Joe’s Bookshop, running her right index finger over the spines of the store’s latest additions. Joe’s was a semi-regular stop for the Hartfield resident; the prices were reasonable and they bought used books, so she’d typically stop by to see if something looked interesting and occasionally sell a few of her own titles gathering dust on her bookshelf. A bright yellow sundress hung from her rather sonsy frame, exposing her freckled neck and arms. She seemed at once focused and dreamy as if she was completely in the moment, but that moment happened to be filled with daydreams and a familiar tune in addition to her search for entertainment. A novel caught her eye and she pulled it from its hiding place, scanning the cover for signs of intrigue. She knew you weren’t supposed to judge a book by its cover - but the covers of actual books often gave great insight into what was inside. She flipped the book over and scanned the description. A gay woman in the 1960s recruited by the CIA. “Huh,” she said curiously, glancing up to see if Joe was anywhere to be found, but he seemed to be upstairs or in his office. Deep brown eyes surveyed the room and found another nearby customer. She held the book toward them with a warm smile.
“You heard anything about this book?
“Whoa. I’m sorry, I’m really really sorry. I didn’t see you there. Are you alright?” He apologized to the person at the other side of the huge brown box he was carrying with whom he had an unfortunate collision. The entirety of his upper body was obstructed from view, and as much as he disliked not being able to look at his victim to bid his sincere sorry, putting down the box in the hallway wasn’t an ideal option.
“i just won a thousand dollars!” the girl cheered before looking back at the letter from her mail “never mind it’s one of those stupid scams.” she exhaled “i hate these stupid things.”
“ someone explain to me how kids can be so freakishly strong. they’re tiny, they don’t have any strength, but a six-year-old was able to kick me in the face so hard that i fell on my ass in front of the parents. “ her tone should be more bitter than it is, but she’s really just amazed at this point, trying to keep a bag of frozen corn pressed to her nose and partly her eye. “ god, it’s gonna be a nasty bruise, isn’t it ? “
“Well, I told him that I only wanted something casual,” Paige explained, resting her elbows on the bar as she spoke. “Then, he told me that I’d never find someone that loved me like he did while I searched his apartment for my clothes...” She shook her head lightly. “What’d you do last night?
