While my husband and I were having lunch at a lovely table outdoors at the UNON food court today a gentleman and lady walked by at a business-like clip carrying their food trays. We heard a snatch of their conversation as the click of their heels on the sidewalk approached and then faded.
Him: Are you settling in OK?
Her: Yes thanks.
Him: Do you miss Lebanon?
Her: God, no.
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