The two of them were fighting. Forks held up like gavels, trying to prove the point, piercing the air, pieces of lettuce and spinach sprinkling the table. “It’s Hot Chip man. I’m telling you, this is, like, the pseudonym they’re going under now. Super secret small-set show.” The other shook his head violently, “It’s LCD!
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