The diner, like busy diners are, was a symphony of clinks, shuffles, dozens of voices masquerading as one rollicking hum.
A woman stood, her chair sliding back with a squeal broken only by her gag.
The noise was frightening, disgusting. She looked more determined to open her airway than terrified of dying.
She wobbled, bent, some…
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