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I wiped the counter, avoiding her hand and hanging the rag, I asked, " What do you want, my lady?"
She rested her face on her hand, leaning forward, and said, " What would you recommend, handsome face?"
" Deep black coffee. I do not know why. I just like to pronounce its name."
She leaned away and sat erect. " Okay." She stretched out her hands and stroked mine on the counter. " Why are you so handsome?"
For some reason, I was uncomfortable but not nervous. " Because God made me."
" Well God made all of us."
Right, I thought. She had a point. I was happy when she didn't pressed further on that topic.
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