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In the Cafe We Ordered Our Food is copyright © 2000 by Ralph Robert Moore.

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in the cafe we ordered our food


In the café we ordered our food but the one with the moustache who I distrust but not entirely because of the moustache jerked his right hand sideways above the table like cut cut don't order number 5 they attach significances to numbers here and 5 means something I'm certain you did not intend but it was too late I apologized but the big green man at the front door (he looked green) still shut the front door the only way out we all stared at our water glasses as the orange man by the pool table put his pool cue down on the pool table and stood away from the pool table and started vibrating.


I was told it would be different this time