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"Honey, can you hand me the garlic press?" Suzanne points to the red utensil on the marbled green Formica, next to the kitchen sink and just out of her reach. Mike turns to look, looks past it and looks again where she's pointing.
"Thanks. How was work?" Suzanne presses garlic into the pan of chopped onions sizzling on the stove. Mike scratches the dark brown scruff around his chin and says, "fine. Tom Cooper got fired today."
Suzanne puts the garlic press down and begins to arrange the features on her face to express surprise tinged with sympathy. Once she has moved her eyebrows closer together, slanting them up at the ends, and tugged at the skin around the corners of her mouth to turn it down she says, "Oh, Mark that's terrible. What happened?"
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