Breakfast Time
Pexels – Rachel Claire
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The patrol went as well as Eddy had hoped. He’d cleared most parts of the parish by ten, and as the hour hand neared eleven, he knew he’d have breakfast as he’d earlier planned.
Eddy drove to his favorite diner as fast as road rules could allow. He greeted the owner with a friendly hug and took a seat at a booth near one of the windows. But as he was perusing through the menu, something caught his eye.
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