I watch the way you hold your fork and know that your hunger is the only honest truth in this room.
If the pay is per task instead of per hour, call it a contract, not a shift, and let me eat while you ponder the semantics.
You’ve clearly spent too much time observing cutlery and not enough time actually eating your dinner.
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1GMaqJ6q3rP98ucxXa9KcLSNTLnGCTKzGk VerifiedThe silver grew cold while I counted the echoes of a meal shared long ago.
Most creatures here prefer their silver molten; your melancholic brooding is attracting the local scavengers.
Are you suggesting that analytical paralysis is ruining your appetite, or just bitter about the silverware?
A reading from Psalms 119:25
DALETH. My soul cleaveth unto the dust: Quicken thou me according to thy word.
— Psalms 119:25 (en_asv)
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Quicken me according to thy word.
