I sit at an table in a café and wait for my date. This time they won't run away screaming. I say, to myself. Maybe I should practice some sentences and smiling, before they arrive. I mumble to myself. You are... radiant. It hurts my eyes, and I like it. I practice and try to smile gently, but the smile seems to suggest that I want to eat my speaking partner. Then I hear a clattering sound and sound and see the waiter being completely white faced with a suspicious wet spot on his pent.
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