a young dark haired scrawny dude came in, he had stubble and wide eyes. bringing his coffee to the counter he looked at me.
"what's going on?" he asked, in not the way that could be considered a greeting.
"nothing's going on." i answered him uncertainly, "unless there's some zombie outbreak i don't know about."
"i haven't seen one." he admitted.
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