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Harold sat at the bar of Runyardβs Restaurant before the early lunch crowd came in. It was a rather lame time to be sitting at a bar, Harold thought. He had placed his jacket rather lamely on the back of the chair, and crossed his legs rather lamely in the legs of the chair. His arms were laid rather lamely on the bar top and he stared rather lamely at the menu in between his arms, though he already knew what he was going to order.The waiter at the bar glanced back at Harold, while he wiped a cup, waiting for the order he already knew was co...
Jim didn't mean to be looking. It's just that he was standing, being a good gentleman, and she had taken his seat on the subway, so she was, you know, kind of in front of him. It's not his fault that she opened her phone right in front of him. And where else was he supposed to be looking? The front of the subway car was filled with the same working stiffs and miscreants as every other subway car. Besides, she was attractive, even beautiful; blond with high cheekbones and full lips, she had a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her n...
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