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Charlie Ten 1.9
Simon
put down the paper; he had given the news a glance over and read only
the stories that caught his eye.
The
past few days were unraveling on a strange course and he couldn't
remember what he did yesterday.
"Coffee?"
the waitress asked him.
"No,
not really," Simon replied as he flashed the young waitress a
pearly smile. "I would like some more tea, though."
She
smiled back at him and nodded. "Right away, sire."
'Sire',
now that's an odd term, he thought. He was about to say something
more to the waitress but she had moved on to another table to
top off a couple of cups.
Coffee.
You need coffee.
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