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Frances Runs Away

She exits the Chinese Restaurant, scattering all in her hurry, her napkin falling, it flutters down in slow motion; a snow-goose hovering over a red cloth. 'Not a good way to break-up Frances, not cool'. On the pavement, high-heels clacking, Frances running, her calves straining, tendons bolting her onward. On its fore-legs, her toppling chair seems to want to follow – a thunderclap as the napkin lands.

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