Purposely short chapters.
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Chapter Twelve: TotallyCreativeTitle
Rose was completely baffled.
After bringing out a tray holding ten hot dogs, thirteen cheeseburgers and a variety of side dishes to the red clad man, she watched in morbid fascination as he scarfed down quarter pound burgers like they were bite sized snacks. She placed a fresh glass of lemonade on the table, taking his old glass, along with a stack of dirty plates, half afraid he'd eat her arm if she got too close to him while he was wolfing down the food.
"Can I get you anything else, Sir?"
"Yeah," He swallowed his food and grinned. "Dessert."