The plate was placed in front of her. She looked down, steak, potatoes, vegetables, sauce. Good. She picked up her knife. Then she noticed the pepper grinder several places away. Maya liked pepper on steak. She reached for it when it came closer. The grinder eventually arrived beside her.
She picked it up. Turned the top. Nothing. She tried again. Nothing. Maya frowned.
She looked through the transparent part of the grinder. Empty. She turned it once more. No pepper. She shook it gently. Nothing moved inside.
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