Three People in a Diner
The coffee tasted like it always tasted. Earl Henderson had been drinking this coffee for twelve years, at this counter, in this diner, off this stretch of Highway 83 between Minot and Bismarck where the wind never stopped and the sky never stopped being the biggest thing you'd ever seen, and it always tasted the same: burnt, sweet with too much cream, warm enough to take the edge off a North...
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