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Provided Word: Table
Word Count: 100
originating post: anonymousblack
A meet-for-breakfast wasn't so odd. It was her bedtime and his day start. She looked lightly worn from a graveyard shift. He had pressed sleep marks by his eyes. The tables around them were silent with slow-day-starters working their way though coffee. The waitresses were pert, buzzing efficiently.
He leaned in while she dressed her plate with syrup."I'd like to see you some other time, you know, that isn't in a diner eating flapjacks."
She wore small smile and red sweater. She answered him with a slid blade in the jam jar.
Word Count: 100
originating post: anonymousblack
A meet-for-breakfast wasn't so odd. It was her bedtime and his day start. She looked lightly worn from a graveyard shift. He had pressed sleep marks by his eyes. The tables around them were silent with slow-day-starters working their way though coffee. The waitresses were pert, buzzing efficiently.
He leaned in while she dressed her plate with syrup."I'd like to see you some other time, you know, that isn't in a diner eating flapjacks."
She wore small smile and red sweater. She answered him with a slid blade in the jam jar.