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The diner’s fan whirred. Somewhere in the kitchen, a plate shattered.

“It’s not a thing you can put in a postcard, Jonah.” He picked up a sugar packet and turned it over and over. “The truth is that we’re all just… walking away from each other. Every second. And we think there’s going to be more time. And then there isn’t.” o 39-brother where art thou

As we walked to the door, he paused and looked back at the neon sign. The Last Lighthouse. The diner’s fan whirred