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The diner? No excuses. Life can take us in all directions, but we’ll come right back.
Okay?”
Now
Back in the diner, Ted’s fingers tapped his coffee mug.
“He was serious about that night,” Ted said. “Rick was serious in a way we weren’t.”
At 24 minutes past noon, the bell above the door rang again.
I looked up, expecting to see Rick’s familiar slouch and that apologetic grin he always wore when he was late, like he wasn’t sorry enough to rush, but sorry enough to feel bad about it afterward.
Instead, a woman stepped inside.
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