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Submitted to Contest #81
Grace Thatcher worked at a restaurant. A romantic restaurant, to be specific. People came in couples, spending hours at a candlelit table, and most of the time someone proclaimed their great love for the other, ending in tears and celebration. Grace was awfully happy with her job. She was also awfully good at her job. But at her job, she was awfully lonely. You see, she saw smiles and love and romance every day, but she herself had never experienced it. She waited for tables of starry-eyed couples, but she had never been quite starry...
Leah was a very particular person. Let me just give you an example. She liked her eggs in a circular shape (thus her mold), exactly medium-rare, sprinkled with half a teaspoon of salt—no more, no less—lightly dipped in Pompeii’s Deluxe Olive Oil, set on a china plate lined with parsley and basil. You get the idea. The only one benefit that came with being picky was that she got her way… most of the time. One of the disadvantages of being so picky was that not only was Leah picky in food, but also people. You see, this was a problem. ...
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