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Café Regulars
They meet every morning, Chuck and Mac, 8am for coffee,
twenty five cents a cup though everybody else pays a dollar.
Dolly knows they’ll be here two hours. Each has their usual:
grits, two eggs over easy, wheat toast and bacon for Mac,
two biscuits, gravy on the side and apple juice for Chuck.
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