“I’ve heard of that.  What exactly is that?”

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     “You sure have been through a lot in the last few months.”

     “I suppose,” Cecily whispered.

     They were quiet for awhile while they ate and drank.  When they were finished, Mig paid the bill, left a tip, and they got back into his sports car.

     “Atomic Cowboy for drinks?”

     “I suppose,&rdquo...

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