They sat silently, eating their food and listening to the
conversations going on around them.
“I don’t know if I should take this job. It’s so such a
long commute and it’s not that much more money.”
“Yeah, but isn’t there a lot more potential for growth?”
I suppose, but…” the rest of the sentence was lost in a
clatter of plates.
The siren of an ambulance passed by the restaurant.
“I’ve got this funny spot on my butt; I’m thinking of
going to the doctor about it.”
“Ew, no one at the restaurant wants to hear about it,
Jack.”
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