The coffee poured into Mortimer's cup like cough syrup. There was no steam. He looked up at the waitress hoping to gain some sort of explanation with his disapproving stare but she would not meet his gaze. Mortimer could tell that while she worked she held her apathy closer to her than the coupons for Hamburger Helper in her breast pocket
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I jsut really like that song. is all.
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