I studied the table as though the words had been written there instead of spoken and left hanging in the air.
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What a wonderful image. I am left with a picture of the words, hanging for a time, then drifting slowly down until they rest in an unruly heap on the table. Maybe the waitress will come and wipe them away, leaving nothing but memory in their wake.
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