Five Star Service

“I’m thinking… hm. The braciole sounds good as hell. What is it? Braccy-ole? Bratchie?” Erika tilted her head, the wild dog’s radar dish ears swishing gently in the still, cool air of the restaurant. She _thought_ she could hear some music gently...

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