Episode 2, continued

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The Miskatonic Cafe, late evening

I sit in a booth and dump about three spoons o' sugar int' me coffee. Lord, I'm tired. Was on th'early shift at th'Diabolique t'night, so I got off at ten rather'n havin' t'stay until closin', but I was workin' in th'restaurant all afternoon an' there was a lot o'people in fer dinner t'night. Me back aches, an' I s'pose I should jus' go 'ome, but it ain't that appealin' to go 'ome to a place with no air conditionin' when it's this 'ot. So I sit 'ere, enjoyin' the cool air an' drinkin' coffee so I don't jus' fall asleep in the booth.

Smile as Tulzcha brings over me dinner - just went for a sandwich wi' chips. Tastes pretty good, an' I feel meself perkin' up a bit. Pull out a copy of US Weekly - 's trashy, but it's about all me brain can 'andle after a busy day like t'day. Open it up an' consume a bit o' celeb gossip whilst I eat. Not a bad way t'round off the evenin', really.

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