72 Street

I go into a diner to get a cup of coffee to calm my nerves. All of the booths are full so I have to sit at the counter. I sit next to this guy, probably around the same age. His somewhat disheveled appearance intrigues me.

"Hey, I'm Dave," I introduce myself. He looks over and pauses a moment before responding.

"Hey, I'm Dave too," he says holding out his hand for me to shake.

I'm not usually this friendly, I mean no one is in the city, but there's something about him that seems so familiar.

"Have we ever met before?"

"No, I think that I would remember if I had met you before."

What was that supposed to mean?

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