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"They couldn't fit me in, probably should've called first" Peter admitted.
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"Ah man, sorry. You could make one for next week if you want?" She got in the truck and drove toward home.
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"Hopefully it'll settle down" Peter shrugged. "So what are we getting for breakfast, well nearly lunch now!"
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"Oh right oops, there's a small cafe down the road if ya want to go there" she drove past her gate.
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"Yeah that works" Peter chuckled
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"K" she pulled into the small parking lot, parked the truck and hopped out.
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Peter followed her, eager to get some food. Of course he'd have to pick something simple to eat with one hand.
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Jules walked in and the waitress walked them to a two seat table.
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Peter thanked the waitress and sat down.
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She sat down as well, picking up the menu.
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