What the Radio Left Out
The coffee machine in the back of the diner had been making a sound like a dying cat since Wednesday. Karen had stopped noticing around Thursday. Now it was Sunday and the sound was still there, the same wheezing rattle that accompanied every cup of what passed for breakfast coffee on Cedar Road. She was refilling the pot for table six -- a construction crew who talked over everything like the...
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