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Dinner with a professor

In by Wyatt on November 10, 2010 at 1:22 am

‘I took a rather tumbling route,’ he said with a dimple in his cheek. ‘I definitely don’t advise it.’

He held his fork rather carefully. He worked his dull butter knife through the piece of lamb, deliberately. He looked up. His cool-coloured eyes had a lighter ring around the pupil that made them seem to glow. ‘Anyway, that story took longer than I wanted it to. Enough about my past.’

I forked my risotto and organic green peas, and sipped warm water out of a cracked plastic cup. We talked, smiled, and ate. And gradually, effortlessly, he became a person.


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