Mock-Cyrillic

There was a restaurant at the other end of Mitchell Avenue. It was run by two older lesbians who weren’t very friendly, but the food was good. When we left, Andrew and I filled in the suggestions card. I had given the service six out of ten but changed it to ten, because one of the owners was watching. Andrew had written page upon page of mock-Cyrillic in red ink. He had also written a letter as an Italian but it was poorly executed. He had signed his name as Yorkshire and the whole thing did not have any point. The lesbians told him that they are really looking forward to his opinion.

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