'The eagles fly without you.... but I....' @ 02:08 am
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She'd made a salad when she invited him over.
Cindy pushed her salad around her plate with her fork. She knew eating was a good thing -- provided it was healthy food -- but she wasn't hungry.
"Thanks for coming," she said, looking up at Michael. A pause. "...I don't know what else to say there."
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