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It wasn’t the sort of dinner date one would look forward to in hindsight. All that was left was a few dried scraps of tissue. The rescue was left to sweep them up. The police hoped there might be DNA to identify which bits were his and which were hers.
No one was sure what had happened. They had ordered a sweet and sour pork, fried rice and a beef and black bean. Somewhere along the line, everything went wrong.
First, he began to shrivel, and then she followed suite. There was a breeze, and before anyone knew it, they were being blown out into the street.
The doors were hurriedly closed and the police called but there wasn’t a lot could be done though someone’s suggestion of pouring water on the dried tissue was treated with an air of disdain.
The restaurant’s reputation suffered, it was avoided, and the couple involved whose surname interestingly was Crisp lived on in folklore.