Wafflehouse at 3am is not a happy place. The drunks have stumbled away and the early morning crowd isn’t awake yet. Not even the coffeehouse early early morning crowd. The only people here are people avoiding someplace else. Two workers, a middle aged angry man in a winter hat, an unexpectedly beautiful girl, and one depressed moron fooling himself into thinking that his feelings matter and that writing this shit makes a difference.
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