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February 20, 2005
Across the street from her diner, I looked in. No sign of her. I paced back and forth a bit. Smoked a cigarette, two, three... on lighting my fourth I stopped. Someone was coming out. I ducked into a phone booth and peered out. It was a punk kid in a trench coat picking at his teeth. I secretly despised him as he walked on.

I crept back out of the phone booth, vaguely aware that some passerby were aware of my stealth movements. "How stealth could they be then?"I wondered ironically. Back to the diner. No Phlox. Damn.