"Good days. Bad days. I did survive a near point blank nine millimetre to the head." He made his way into the bakery, nodding grateful when the waiter hurried to pull his usual seat for him and he could sink into it.
"My usual tea and whatever you have fresh in the lunch roll selection. And my young friend here...?"
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Date: 2016-05-30 01:25 pm (UTC)"My usual tea and whatever you have fresh in the lunch roll selection. And my young friend here...?"