Limbo ’17. March 24 Edition.
Last week. Waffle House. 3:30 am. Somewhere in North Carolina. Three tables of people, one them just leaving and a few more still-to-be-cleared tables. That silent, slightly-depressing, but oddly-comforting early-morning aura has enveloped the room. The lighting bright and a bit too harsh. Server: Hey baby, just sit right here Me: Thanks Server: You want […]
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