Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

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I did not reply to that.

I kept my hand flat on the table, watching the steam rise from the green tea, before pushing the mug away.

At ten o’clock, I walked down Main Street to the diner.

The cool autumn air did nothing to ease the tightness in my skull.

Every step seemed to jar my neck, the concrete of the sidewalk feeling harder than usual under continue reading …