Stephanie and I sit in a window booth, me in my beat-up work jeans and t-shirt, Stephanie in yesterday’s outfit. I’m wolfing down my breakfast, she moves her scrambled eggs around with a fork, mostly just looking at them. “Hard to eat in the morning?” I ask. “Hard to do everything in the morning.” She abandons the fork. “You always wake up this early?” “I’m always up this early, but the waking up happens all night.” “Every night?” “Every night since.” “That’s like a year?” “Just like a year, only longer.” “Damn, that sucks. I mean for real, that sucks.” “I agree. What time you got?” She checks her watch, allowing me to change topics. “Seven forty-two. What time you go to work?” “Eighty-thirty.” “Every day?” “That’s why they call it work. What time you have to be at school?” “I don’t.” “My bad, it’s fuckin July.” “I’m done with school, anyways.” “You graduate early?” “Nah, I’m just done.” She picks up her fork again and successfully takes a bite.
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