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(I wish. No where close that serves that.)

“Got it.” George said. “I’ll be right with you.”

Crow grabbed Prisma’s hand and yanked him to her favorite seat, a place by the window. Strangely, the view was not that of a dense forest, but of a sunny town. While they were waiting, a huge border collie suddenly sprang from behind the counter and charged towards Prisma.