Diners are great.
When I was little, dad would take Grace and Donny and I out to the silver diner. It was great.
And in high school, after opening night of the musical, we go to the silver diner. Tradition. It's great.
And this morning, for breakfast club, we went to the family diner place. Lots of people and eggs and I had coffee. So great.
Clara
P.S. Fun fact: I didn't plan to end every line with the word "great". It just happened. That's how great diners are.
P.P.S. Insight of the day (after the [possibly excessive] coffee): "Caffeine makes me talk. It doesn't make me make sense"
P.P.P.S. The nature of this post may have to do with that possibly excessive coffee.
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