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“No, not really.” Michael offered her an apologetic smile.
The waitress arrived with their food. “Need anything else?”
They shook their heads, and she left.
“It looks good.” Michael said, hoping to continue the intended topic change.
“Bon appétit!”
Michael winced slightly. He hadn’t heard that phrase since leaving Marissa.

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