You spend a few minutes lost in thought as you get up and make the bed. You have everything you need to return to Broad Brook, and nothing else slowing you down or distracting you.
It's time. You check your remaining cash. Over ten bucks left, a veritable fortune, so you go searching for a breakfast place. But most are crowded, and your nerves are on edge. You find an obscure little nook called Byzance, owned by a plump and eccentric Turkish woman with rings on every finger. The shop looks seedy and chintzy, like she stole the decor from an Arabian Nights-themed gogo club, but the baklava is peerless. Since you actually have a choice in the matter now, you start the day off drinking—
Coffee.
Tea.
Cocoa.
Orange juice.
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