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He set down the forks, spoons, and knives. he put out the plates one, two, three, four, fiv- "Hey, honey?" yes mom? "He's not coming back. Don't waste space on the table." *but if he comes home, it would make him really mad if I didn't set a place for him* "You don't need to worry about him anymore. We are safe here." He picked up one fork one spoon one knife and one plate and put them back in the cupboard. At least that's one less cup to pour...
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
Dinnertime
He set down the forks, spoons, and knives. he put out the plates one, two, three, four, fiv- "Hey, honey?" yes mom? "He's not coming back. Don't waste space on the table." *but if he comes home, it would make him really mad if I didn't set a place for him* "You don't need to worry about him anymore. We are safe here." He picked up one fork one spoon one knife and one plate and put them back in the cupboard. At least that's one less cup to pour...
I just kinda let this write itself. Sorry is not exactly happy :)
zephyr
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
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