08-11 blogpost

Title: Agreement
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We have sushi for lunch. I think everyone's a little calmer today.
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I have sushi for lunch. Sam walks through the front door and smells. He sees the sushi and his stomach makes noises.
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I tilt my head at him. You don't talk shop, you get a bite.
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Sam shakes, eyes at me, hands shaking, teeth clenched. Trying to hold himself back.
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You don't talk shop, you get food.
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Sam sits down. Zip mouth, lock, throw away the key.
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We have sushi for lunch.