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Dean Forester followed his sister into the diner, which was thankfully busy with the morning crowd. "Can't we go the Weston's?"
"Come on, Dean," Clara said as her brother seemed to try to disappear into the crowd. "You saw the line. We'd be lucky to get the served before lunch. We'll get to go, okay?"
"Right, like we'll get served."
"Just
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