the dinner it’s fuller than usual on a regular Wednesday afternoon, every table filled a few empty stools on the counter but his it’s occupied by some random person. I hate seeing someone else seating there. I look down at the anatomy book wide open the pen on my note book and a half empty cup of coffee pretending to study as if I didn’t learn this in middle school how boring excuse me is this seat taken? my head snapped to where the deep voice it’s calling from the sweet familiar voice
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