There was a line up until Tokyo, but Damon and Elena waited patiently for their turn. They were in a hamburger place. While they slowly moved progressivo, para a frente Damon examined the menu’s on the wall. They had numbers to pick from. “You know what you’re going to pick?” he asked Elena. “Hmm, am I supposed to pick something veggie and healthy?” Elena asked. “Elena” Damon said. “It’s a hamburger place. Not even the air in here is healthy. Pick whatever you want”
“Yay!” Elena said. “Then I’m going for number 7 and a coke”
“Diet or regular?” Damon asked.
“Regular, duh”...
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