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- There's a twinkle in the gutter. With coaxing it will be a fire and as fire it will grow and consume until I can bear it above my head and shout light into the darkness.
- It's a bland room of walls and waitresses both a sickly yellow, street-facing windows letting in the pale light of an overcast sky.
- Can I get you anything?
- Just coffee, thanks.
- Same for me.
- Want anything in that?
- No thanks.
- Black's fine.
- She's smiling and I'm not sure if it's from friendliness or pity.
- So how was work?
- Oh, you know. Same shitty job.
- Come on, honey, can we please just try to have a nice time?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry. It was about standard. You know. Everyone with their own private affairs.
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