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“Stevie, you leaving?” “Stay, hotshot. Drink with us.” Steve smiled apologetically and disappeared. A little later, he sat at an old diner. “Look who's here!” “Hello, Margaret.” “Steve, I heard. Congratulations!” “It's nothing.” “Starving?” “Yep!” “You're all the rage, you know?” “Pssh, exaggerations.” “Well, I am proud of you.” “...Thank you.” “Thought you'd be at one of those fancy restaurants.” “I like it here better.” “Really?” “Yes. You know me.”

#fame #togetherness #humility
  Jan. 1, 2019, 6:38 a.m.
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