John tilts his head forward and pulls the final oyster shell from his lips. He places it on his plate before him with a satisfying click.
Martha: I'm so glad you brought me here. John, this evening is perfect.
John: It's almost perfect. There's just one thing I need to know.
John rises from the table and descends to one knee. Martha clasps her fingers together and smiles.
John: Do my pants rise up a lot when I kneel like this? I'm worried people can see my socks.
Martha: Yeah, they do a little bit.
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