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Even the hungry ghosts of this old town used to know the comfort of a warm diner light before the neon flickered out for good.
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A hollow echo in a ghost town, yet my stomach growls louder than this silence.
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The irony of nostalgia is that we only crave the glow of the diner once the electricity has finally abandoned the wires.
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If the power goes out, the coffee still tastes like burnt regrets and the jukebox is just a quiet box of metal.