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I smiled as the waiter came up to me. I heard some stories about this restaurant being disturbing, but everything was fine.
Until this point.
I felt my grin slip off my face as I heard her utter a string of forbidden words.
“I’m sorry, sir. We’re all out of garlic bread.”
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