Quoth Zell
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It must've been the morning after prom, cause about an hour into my shift, just as it was getting light out beyond the windows, three girls in dresses come in, one with her hair up, the other two looking a bit dissheveled. They order breakfast-y stuffs, and coffee, I think.
But anyway, about twenty minutes after they've sat down to eat, I needed change for some reason. I grab a roll of nickels or whatever, and whack them against the counter, as was my habit for opening those damn things at the time. The girls suddenly look up like I was about to kill them or something, and go, "Quieter?"
'Well, I could be, but, I'd rather not. Hung over as well as partied out? My heart would go out to you if you weren't the type of girls who were so freaking popular.'


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