“Dennis. Party of three.”
We’d agreed on pseudonyms, but using Dennis’ name to make the reservation seemed like a funny idea…in my head…at the time. I went for it.
The host at the restaurant looked up, smiled her characteristically intense, $cient0l0gist smile, and spoke directly to me.
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Have you all read about that time when James, Dennis and I went to visit the $cientol0gee center?!
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