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ace of the white slab, mopped up moisture with a sly grey rag. No nonsense about them. This was the rush hour. Hungry men from the shops and offices and garages
ace of the white slab, mopped up moisture with a sly grey rag. No nonsense about them. This was the rush hour. Hungry men from the shops and offices and garages of the district were bent on food (not badinage). They ate silently, making a dull business of it. Coffee? What kinda pie do you want? No fooling here. "Hello, Jessie."
As she mopped the slab in front of him you noticed a slight softening of her features, intent so grimly on her task. "What`s yours?"
"Bacon-and-egg sandwich. Glass of milk. Piece of pie. Blueberry."
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