It was a dark and stormy night, the headlights revealing just barely enough to find the road as it wound along. We were late, getting tired and quite hungry. Then through the gloom the neon declared our succor. Denny’s. Knowing that they never close we let relief wash over us as we pulled into the parking lot. Quickly though our angst returned, as the clerk was there locking it up. I approached him.
But the sign here says
You’re open twenty-four hours
He said, not in a row
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Endangers to Stephen Wright.
