Tom Ronson had walked in to the Sip N' Steak like he owned the place or soon would - tossing off his order with a curt nod and a wink to Maebelle before he even had his seat at the counter. Maebelle sassed him right back, but she was already dotting the i on the order slip, sticking it slap on the order wheel, giving it a spin, ringing the bell. Tom settled in sidewise, one stool over from his usual roost. He
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I gotta get back to work. Lunch is OVER, people!
Sorry about that. That might have been going somewhere, but I kind of got sidetracked.
Damn. That's a pretty weak effort. Still, my standards in general are pretty high! We can all take comfort in that, at least.
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Boy, I don't know exactly whose style you're parodying, but you have it DOWN.
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