Raff is standing in the backalley behind the Diner he opened. well his 'great grandfather' or so thr story goes. 'and you look just like him' the old ladies muse sweetly as he makes them their favorites. Today was no different but now its late and hea ready to go home. he's smoking a cigarette in the dim light of the alley and thinking of thr past. Nostalgia is the angel's biggest vice. he leans his lean frame against the wall until a disturbance in thr street calls to him.
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