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September 26, 2008
Harry asked for another pitcher.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" He asked jokingly, staring at the tall waiter. I watched a train go around the restaurant and observed the older patrons, set in their ways and sitting at the bar comfortably. Just then, a larger train obscured the windows and the large traffic light inside turned red. Below the winding set flight of stairs, patrons were in another room with watching themselves in a mirror.
"I used to wonder how I could replace old friends." Harry responded.
"Yeah, it's like I'll be old by the time I do," I said.