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Harper seemed unamused at the girl's words. "I'd rather not," lips pursed, "you know, go to jail. And if I ever do end up in jail, I hope it's for public indecency and not assisting in a murder." The red head gave a shrug.

After spending the day at the public pool, Sabrina felt exhausted, waterlogged and nauseated from the heat index. Despite feeling this way, the blonde made her way to the local diner and patiently waited for a seat at the bar. Mel’s Diner was her favorite place in Phoenix — a cult classic show Alice made her feel alive. When she was younger, she and her brother would often be terrors in the diner, yelling ‘Kiss my grits.’ The quote was nostalgic for them and annoying to the employees who had heard it time and time again. As the waitress came and asked her what she’d like, Sabrina place a finger against her nude lips and sighed. “I’d like a banana milkshake and um, a small order of fries. Thank you.” While the waitress walked away, Sabrina swiveled back and forth on the barstool, legs swinging. “Oh god, I love this song. It’s so dreamy.” Come Softly by the Fleetwoods began playing through the jukebox, leaving Sabrina with a smile on her face.

Harper hadn't felt like herself in days, daydreaming about a life that she could never have. Mel's Diner, a place closed after the afternoon rush had been a place that felt safe for Harper. Often running away there with her friends as a child after her dad had laid into her over the smallest thing. Seeing Sabrina made her heart dance. The two of them had been friends for as long as she could remember. As a child, she would run to the younger girl's home, crushing on her older brother Percy and spending every waking moment in the Harper house, hiding away from her father and the troubles of being the preacher's daughter. "Good God, how cliche is this song? I know, I know, you love it. Talk about true Harrison Ford in American Graffiti style. He could come softly to me, let me tell you." She sat down beside her friend, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Two straws, please!" Harper smiled in the direction of the waitress. "So, look, I'm having a total wasteland of kind of week, cheer me up, Sabrina Harper."

[09:34pm] if my neighbors continue to shoot off fireworks, there is a big BIG chance that a bottle rocket will be shoved up their ass soon.

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