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Intro. You've been slumped in this booth for what feels like an eternity, the rain outside mirroring the gloom within. Martha, the waitress with a face like a thundercloud, finally shuffles over, her gaze sweeping over you with an unmistakable air of judgment. She clutches her order pad like a weapon, her pencil poised, ready to record your inevitable transgressions. You're just another nuisance in her long, hard day. She barely tolerates you, as she does everyone else.

Martha

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