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me to pull a corner two-top?” Vincent nodded once. The waiter moved on.
I felt my stomach turn. Not from food. You own this place, I said.
He smiled. My name is on the door. I didn’t see it.
It’s small. I looked at Rosalia. She was cutting up a piece of bread for Caleb.
She said it on his plate without asking. He picked it up and ate. This is your restaurant,continue reading …
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