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| No, that's okay, I do not require sustenance, and my mortal love will be back from the restroom hencewith. | |
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| Oh, but sir, you haven't touched your water! Let me pour you some coffee, or offer you some cake, or... | |
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| No, really, it's okay, I'm on a really restricted diet. No, no thank you. No. You are too kind, but I must decline. | |
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| Breakfast? Something from our appetizer menu? A glass of wine? Dessert? | |
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20 minutes later, the overly-helpful waitress was still at it.
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| Where the hell is Bella...? | |
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| Come on, sir, order something so that I may slip you my number on a piece of paper. I mean, supply you a napkin. | |
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