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I stopped for breakfast at Greasy Richard's Diner before heading to the store. This time, I knew I would be able to finish my meal without the power going out. The windows were all steamed up from cooking, but I had missed the morning rush, so the place was almost empty, and Dick was doing a crossword puzzle. There was a wonderful aroma of coffee in the air, and I was glad Greasy's didn't stink of burned butterscotch coffee like the Moonbucks Coffee chain store out on the turnpike.
Before I sat down, Greasy had my coffee poured and was cooking my usual breakfast. When he brought over my food, he brought his coffee also, and sat down across from me. From the look in his eyes, I knew he had potato problems too.
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