Forks

Clive finds Dexter in a booth towards the rear of the cafe, an empty plate and seven forks in front of him.
“This place sucks, why are we meeting here?”
“The waitress is hot.” Dexter answers honestly.
“Okay.” Clive drums on the flimsy table causing the silverware to vibrate and clatter. “So, what’s with all the forks?”
“She doesn’t understand my accent.”

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