In the diner - an excerpt
The bright chatter from nearby tables, the clanking of pans, and the sometimes crash of a plate swirled around me as I sank into a red-faux upholstered seat in the retro fifties diner.
The red and chrome jukebox in the corner playing, "Shar-reee, Shar-ar-ar-ree ba-aa-by. Sherry, baby" evoked my memories of sitting in this same seat and listening to this …
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