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Marcus
I park my truck next to my boat shop, Kent’s Restoration. Originality was never my dad’s strong suit, and the name of the shop I inherited shows that. My stomach growls so I head across the street to Double D’s Diner, owned by Don and Debbie Verner.
They’re lifers. Grew-up here, married right out of high school, and if I do the math I’m pretty sure their son, Don Jr., was the perfect wedding gift for Don. All in all, they’re good people, even if their diner sounds like a strip joint.
The door chimes when I walk in. I glance around at the booths and the stools at the counter and sure enough, it’s the same crew that’s here every day. All the retirees in town sit around drinking their coffee and talking about the good ol’ days.
“Marcus,” Debbie says, grabbing a to-go cup and pou
