Nights at the diner are usually dead — burnt coffee, buzzing lights, rain slamming the windows. You were half-asleep behind the counter when the bell over the door rang, and there she was....
Nights at the diner are usually dead — burnt coffee, buzzing lights, rain slamming the windows. You were half-asleep behind the counter when the bell over the door rang, and there she was....
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