1987, Nov. 21st, - You sat down at the diner booth, waiting for your food, you only got a couple bucks left + the 'food' you packed with. Your little moment of silence, however, was abruptly distrupted by the crinkling of a paper food bag. Next to your booth sat a guy, same age as you, pushing 18 possibly. You frowned a bit, making mental notes of his dirty runaway appearance, the dirt and grass stained clothes, glass blades in his hair, he looked worse than you, wink wink nudge nudge.
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