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The Darnedest Thing

Revolution Cafe

At the Revolution Cafe a young woman walked up to me at the bar and said, “My best friend just killed herself.”  I gasped and expressed my sympathy, and asked if she was all right.

“I’ve always wanted to say that,” she turned away from me and ordered a drink.

“You what??”

“Sorry,” was all she said.

I was left dumbfounded while she chatted away with the bartender.  She could have played the game longer and I would have been a very cooperative victim.  But what she had wanted was a double shock, which I supplied, and that was enough for her.

I sat and pondered on this strangest episode and could not come up with a satisfactory answer.  The cafe was filled with people now.  Noisy, rowdy, liquor flowing profusely.  She ordered another drink.

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