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I saw him at Denny's: two a.m. Tuesday sitting alone in the corner booth slowly dragging Hot Wheels over napkin ramps; his eyes quick to the door at every open. The pancakes were bland.
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
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I saw him at Denny's: two a.m. Tuesday sitting alone in the corner booth slowly dragging Hot Wheels over napkin ramps; his eyes quick to the door at every open. The pancakes were bland.
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
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