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Run Away
by Pirate Turner
"How would you like your burger, sir?" Ruby gazed into the stranger's hungry eyes. Was it her imagination, or were those primal eyes glowing? She shivered.
"Rare." Ruby started to write his order, but he grabbed her hand. "No, no! Rare implies dangerously cooked. When I say rare, I mean just let it look at the oven in terror, then bring it out to me."
It wasn't her imagination, Ruby realized; this bizarre, but handsome, stranger's eyes really were glowing! "O-Okay," she stammered, heart hammering, then ran away.
Wolf smiled and sat back. He was going to like this town.
The End