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The waiter said, “Welcome to Harrington’s Restaurant where anything is possible.”  “Menus?” said Mitch as he and Sylvie sat. “No need. Order anything.” “Anything?” “Anything.” Mitch snorted. “I’ll have the rib of Woolly Rhino.” “Stop it, Mitch,” groaned Sylvie. “Very … Continue reading →