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"W-William?.." The brunette turned to face me. Their eyes were closed. "Uh, you talking to Abby or me?" He asked. No... No the voice. Its not his.

"Sir my name is Daniel what would you like to order?" He asked. I sniffed, a thick silence you couldn't cut with a nine inch blade filled the small little diner. "J-Just the p-pancake platter..." I whispered, upset. It's not him. I felt stupid for even mistaking this disgrace for my angle.

"Exacalent and would you like a cup of fruit, two fried eggs sunny side up or a small saled?" He asked. "JUST GET ME THE DAMN FOOD LIKE HELL IF I CARE!" I shouted. I wanted it to be him I NEEDED it to be HIM and it WASN'T.

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