The Diner
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Complete Thu, Sep 7, 20175m
"It was our family tradition: every year on the first day of summer, the four of us ate supper at one of those retro diners downtown - one where smiling waitresses wore miniskirts and ruffled aprons and served all the mouthwatering goodness that made Sunday-best children forget their table manners."
A coming-of-age short story by @xx4242
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