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"I remember it was a small place with a lot of potted plants outside. When we walked in the small place it smelled like bacon and pancakes and coffee. I remembered you picked the booth while I just followed you. You picked the one next to a window on the same side of the door. I remember because I'm here right now.
There never was alot of people. And the coffee reminds me of you. It wakes me up, not like I need anything to stay awake. I havent been sleeping well. Theres this -this thing on my chest and it feels so so heavy, its holding me down and I carry it everywhere and I keep thinking and wishing that you never told me how your dad was the cook of this diner. Or how you liked your eggs and how much sugar you put in your tea when you actually drink it. I wish I could erase everything that made you you and what made me me because it really makes me sad how I remember everything."
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