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James sat down at a booth in the corner of the diner. There was barely a soul in sight, besides the chef and the waitress. The diner resembled something from an 80’s movie with a little modern touch. The windows were covered with the dew of raindrops falling from the sky.
“Morning James.” The waitress said. She was a younger woman with red hair tied back. She wore an apron over her beautiful red dress like most waitresses who worked there did. Her skin was fair and her smile bright. Warmth radiated off her like the sun, people couldn't help but catch her upbeat attitude, but James couldn’t put a name to her face.
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