Subject: The table clattered beneath Duane.
Posted on: 2017-02-15 09:21:59 UTC

'Hello! Are you Harris? I'm sorry if you're not. I don't think you're Harris, myself,' Lou dropped into her seat and held a hand out towards Duane. A fork jutted out into the air, its end held beneath him. 'But Duane thinks you're Harris, and he'll complain for years if I don't listen to him.'

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