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Our favourite diner closed its doors two years ago we can no longer walk in from the cold feeling the warmth of syrup and coffee cups Our favourite diner closed its doors two years ago and that server we liked so much we haven't seen him since and no where else has real carnations in milk glass vases on every enamel table Our favourite diner closed its doors two years ago it smelled like a Church basement, felt like my uncle's house and it was our place, it was what we did Our favourite diner closed its doors two years ago and so we stopped going out for brunch on Saturdays we made new traditions but they were never as good And we both knew it Our favourite diner closed its door two years ago and so did we.
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
Our favourite diner
Our favourite diner closed its doors two years ago we can no longer walk in from the cold feeling the warmth of syrup and coffee cups Our favourite diner closed its doors two years ago and that server we liked so much we haven't seen him since and no where else has real carnations in milk glass vases on every enamel table Our favourite diner closed its doors two years ago it smelled like a Church basement, felt like my uncle's house and it was our place, it was what we did Our favourite diner closed its doors two years ago and so we stopped going out for brunch on Saturdays we made new traditions but they were never as good And we both knew it Our favourite diner closed its door two years ago and so did we.
#love#heartbreak#food#family#diner#tradition#partnership#familiarity
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
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