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Rafak leaned back with a smile and a happy sigh. The plate on the table looked like it had just come out of a dishwasher. “Need anything?” The waiter asked, also smiling. “Just compliments to the chef.” Rafak closed his eyes. When he opened them again a burly man in an apron approached, two small glasses in his hands. “So you want to know my secrets?” The man asked with a smirk, and handed Rafak a glass. “No.” Rafak lifted the glass. “Never.” #microfiction #writing