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Meat and Potatoes
She spun the handcuffs with a pointer finger. The jewelry was covered in black fur and did not appear regulation. My life flashed before my eyes; I couldn’t identify any crimes that would necessitate arrest. She didn’t say anything. I started to count the revolutions; her finger was a star and the spinning fluff the orbit of some moon. When I didn’t say anything, she put a leg up on the table and leaned forward. The oxygen was sucked out of the room. A trio of candles extinguished themselves. Dinner was cold and getting colder.
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