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reunion

“Catchup and Mustered! Stop pestering poor, drunk little Orange Boy and get back on the counter. Break time’s over!”

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“I *had* a girl,” proclaims a still wobbly Fisher, leaning against the bar counter 15 minutes later.

Here we go again, thought Missus Lemon.

“And I let her get away.” Fisher takes a gulp of his fresh golden beer and looks down. “Yellow,” he explained.

“Like me?” Lisa the Vegetarian Smipson stood like a dream in the doorway to Bar Lemon.

“OMG. OMG!”

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merging sides

“Molly, Fisher says he’s drunk again and needs a ride.”

“Missus Lemon, boss, sweetie. I’m on break right now. That side of the room — active. This side: zero; nothing going on. I’d say, talk to the hand, but I can’t even be bothered to lift one.”

“Catchup and Mustered are back on the counter and working, and you should be too. 15 minutes break time here at my bar and that’s all, I’ll remind you.”

Still grumbling Molly Lustrous mentally prepares to rise up from her violet latex sofa and give Orange Boy Fisher yet another ride, pheh.

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keeping it real

Fisher stared at the red and yellow condiment containers of the Deep Fried fast food stand, understanding that he had seen them before — alive. Obviously in a dream, he thought at the time.

But no. It was reality. The *stand* was a dream.

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“Looks like Orange Boy is finally coming around.”

“Oh goody. More fun!”

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