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THE OLD MAN
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ELEANOR SINCLAIR The only thing was that his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me.“Why do you look so familiar?” He asked.“Because I poured some wine on you once, in a restaurant I was serving in. You made a joke out of it and told the manager that you wanted to see me on your next visit. I could say you saved my job with those words, but never allowed for a next visit.” “What restaurant is that?”I told him the name, and he laughed as the memory came rushing into his head.“Oh. I remember you… not exactly your name, but I think I remember the occasion,” he answered in a tone that made it clear that he was not as intent in speaking to me as I was to him. “I can't remember your name, but I did think of it after a while.”“What a miracle. You know each other.”“She knows me.” Damian smiled. “It's beautiful to see her again in any case. Do you still work at the restaurant?”“The funniest thing happened, Damian. Tell him the story, Eleanor.”.“Me?”“Who else? You saved me and deserve
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