Lake Lewisia #239

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“I swear, no matter what I actually cook during the shift, I come home smelling like onions.” The cooks from the diner, unwinding after the late-night shift, nodded in agreement over their coffee and donuts from down the street. “Try working as a cashier–it’s all nickel and resentment on my fingers for hours.”

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LL#239