Dispatches from a Breakfast Joint # 113
- Jesse
- Apr 23, 2025
- 1 min read
coffee, water, any drinks?
grin preceeds, glance table-wise
budwiser
I am so sorry, not until 11
11? Alright, coffee miss
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