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Sally’s Diner
Monday
11:45 a.m.
Emma tossed the last bite of her grilled cheese onto her plate with disgust. She was annoyed her favorite comfort foods hadn’t provided the much-needed solace she’d hoped.
“Everything okay?” Peyton asked, setting a fresh cup of hot chocolate on the table.
“It’s fine.” Emma smiled at the girl, knowing it probably didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Just been one of those days, you know?”
“Oh, I get that,” Peyton grimaced. “I have a biology test and an English lit paper tomorrow and I’m here … working. Isn’t that just awful?”
“Awful,” Emma agreed, tongue-in-cheek, but she was sure that went right over the girl’s head. “Have you started?”
“Have I started?” Peyton’s eyes almost bugged out. “You mean my paper?”
“Well, yeah.”
“No,” Peyton stretched out th
