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The smoke whirled up in a slate colored wind up to the branches of the tall oak tree.
The fire consumed our oxygen.
It was glowing gloriously. You couldn't take your eyes off of it.
It was beautiful.
The booth was cracked and candy apple red. Probably the cutest little thing, it brightened up this whole place. This old, rundown place. The salt and pepper shakers said hello, and I winked casually at their formality. It was then I saw him across the diner.