Fine Dining

Fuck! Fuck you up, get that shit away from me, assbucket! Your mother!”

Paul looked down at the fillet amid the sliced carrots and mashed potatoes, his closed lips and eyebrows raised, impressed. He looked back up at the waiter.

“You were correct, this fish is fresh! My compliments to your establishment. How are the scallops, dear?”


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