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❝ Don't Ask Me 'What's Wrong', Just Put Your Arms Around Me And Tell Me 'You're Here.'
And When I Say,'I'm Fine' Look Me In The Eyes And Say 'Tell The Truth'. ❞
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Stone nodded slightly as he removed the cafe's hat and apron, placing them on a hook in the back. Grabbing a bucket with warm soapy water he started slow wide circles over the tables, cleaning the day's crumbs and coffee spills from their surfaces, absentmindedly humming as he worked.