[The diner. It's seedy and shady, but that's the way things were, are, and had been. If the streets were as good as my instincts, then I'd be out of business. And I wouldn't have the chance to introduce my friend so often. She's the quiet type until someone pisses her off. You don't want to see her when she's upset. She's a close friend all right, and travels with me in my holster.
As I take a seat near another table she's wiping down, I don't think about how she ended up working here. It's not my job. No one's paying me to find out either. The girl working here's also the quiet type. You can see my taste in friends. Another one who I wouldn't want to see upset.]
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As I take a seat near another table she's wiping down, I don't think about how she ended up working here. It's not my job. No one's paying me to find out either. The girl working here's also the quiet type. You can see my taste in friends. Another one who I wouldn't want to see upset.]
You're still here.