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Somewhere, floating out there in the vastness of sleep and stillness, there was an all night diner. The booths were polished and shiny, but management clearly hadn’t upgraded in years. That, or someone had a taste for time in a bottle. Signs for Coca-Cola and Kellogg’s Puffa Puffa Rice, stylized paintings of women offering cold drinks, and framed copies of attractive issues of Life Magazine lined the blue walls. Or were they green?
Two men sat at the counter. One read the paper while he nursed his coffee. The other leaned on his arm, yawning to stay awake. A short red-haired waitress in the classic uniform poured the second man another cup before turning towards the glass entrance door as the familiar bells jingled. “Been a while since we've had someone who wasn’t a regular in this establishment,” M’gann said cheerfully. She picked up a menu and placed it at the far end of the counter for him. “Can I start you off with something to drink, Vic?”
