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She could clearly see him from the window. When things were slow during the day she would stare at him but who could resist it. Sometimes the restaurant owner would make him wear sandwich costumes; this would always make her giggle. He was never embarrassed he would just dance around trying to get every ones attention. Other times he would be waiting outside. He would nervously write down the orders running back and forth with plates. She always imagined herself going up to him looking him straight into his dark brown eyes telling him how much she loved him. Then the bells on her door would ring and a costumer would
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