Kurt laughed softly and focused on eating. He only managed about half; his stomach was still knotted up--but it was delicious. The waitress came back with a box and the check, and he handed over his credit card.
It used to be our credit card, he thought suddenly, and bit his lip as he waited for her to return.
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It used to be our credit card, he thought suddenly, and bit his lip as he waited for her to return.
"Was it good?" he asked. "Your dinner?"