she wanted.  She decided on ripped jeans.

     After her breakfast of cereal and milk, one slice of toast with butter, and a cup of coffee, she excitedly bounded down her apartment stairs, and in the back door for her busy first day.

     Hans was prepping vegetables for lunch, while Yimmy was waiting for her with an extra cup of coffee.  Cecily took it, sipped a hot, small sip.  Yimmy led Cecily towards the front of the restaurant.

     “We don’t have a big dining room, as you can see, but we do have some tables and seating.  You’ll be mostly in charge for the table seating area, cleaning up tables, the floor, and taking orders for people who can’t really stand at the ordering cou...

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