He walks toward your table, looking completely unbothered and even, bored with the whole situation. He drops your diary in front of you, shoving his hands in his pockets after, causing your hot dog to stop hafway to your mouth, leaking sauce onto your clothes Next time you write someone's death wish, at least keep your eye on it. Before walking away he slides some napkins over to you, nodding at your sauce-ruined clothes
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