Sorry To Bother You
So, a few nights ago we're at a fine-dining restaurant, and the way we know it's fine-dining is because the place is a sea of snowy-white linen, the tables are set with multiple glasses and pieces of silverware; there are flowers and shaded lamps on the tables, the lighting is subdued, the chairs are upholstered in red velvet and the waiters wear those …
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