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First, they were too runny, then they were too firm.
Melinda rotated her ankles while stretching her legs, then walked over to see what he needed. "What's up, Bobby?"
Bob's jaw clenched. "As I've told you every day since I began to frequent your establishment, don't call me that. My name is Bob. Not Bobby, or any of the other creative variations you've come up with over the years. Just plain Bob."
"What's wrong with your eggs now?" Melinda asked, not bothering to hide her impatience. Only two hours left, and she could flip the 'closed' sign.
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