Hail the New Revolution

“Sandra, I went to that dentist you recommended.” Matt dropped into the seat across from her at the Butterfly Coffee House.

He looked better, but before she could say anything he was talking again.

“That place scares me.” He held up a hand to stop her from talking. “Not because I hate dentists. Because of the windows. They had chicken wire embedded in them.”

“Yes? So?”

“I thought at first it was to keep the molotov cocktails and rocks out, but then I noticed it’s on the second floor. It’s probably to keep the patients deranged by pain from escaping.”

“Oh. I thought it was because all his windows broke out in the last hailstorm.”

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