Sitting in the far corner of the diner the sun shone throught the unclean window, the warmth on my back was releaving, still sore from spending the night crushed into the back seat of my car. Both Billy and I had ordered the works and were patiently sitting enjoying a fresh brew of tea chatting... Sign in to see full entry.
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