Chapter Two... The Present...
I was wearing my usual conservative apparel, my 'suburban' disguise suitable for an office temp as I entered the Coffee Clutch. Jackson nodded at me from behind the counter of the Coffee clutch as he tried to serve three customers demanding he take their order...
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