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<blockquote data-quote="VLAD the Destroyer" data-source="post: 7832304" data-attributes="member: 6803188">Charlie watches as Sofia enters and chooses the stool next to him to have a seat.&nbsp; The diner was getting packed and figured someone would eventually sit there but was surprised it was one of the kids from school.&nbsp; He was even more surprised when she spoke to him.&nbsp; He glances over and nods at her question.&quot;Doc Wexler's class?&nbsp; Yeah, Sofia, you sit in the back row three seats over from me.&quot;Charlie is about to continue the conversation when his food arrives.&nbsp; He uses it as a distraction and Sofia turns her attention to another classmate who just sat down.&nbsp; He waits for a brief pause in their conversation then clears his throat.&quot;Sofia could you pass the ketchup, please and thank you.&quot;He puts some on his burger and takes a bit.&nbsp; As he chews he pulls the map from his pocket and flattens it out on the counter.&nbsp; He begins to look over it noting the locations of the public bunkers and then at where his house is in relationship.&nbsp; His family had owned the 200 odd acres since before Washington was a state or at least that's what his Pa always said.&nbsp; Though it usually ended with a rant about the Reds never takin' it.&nbsp; Though with this Cuba thing his Pa seemed a little more sane.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="VLAD the Destroyer, post: 7832304, member: 6803188"] Charlie watches as Sofia enters and chooses the stool next to him to have a seat. The diner was getting packed and figured someone would eventually sit there but was surprised it was one of the kids from school. He was even more surprised when she spoke to him. He glances over and nods at her question. "Doc Wexler's class? Yeah, Sofia, you sit in the back row three seats over from me." Charlie is about to continue the conversation when his food arrives. He uses it as a distraction and Sofia turns her attention to another classmate who just sat down. He waits for a brief pause in their conversation then clears his throat. "Sofia could you pass the ketchup, please and thank you." He puts some on his burger and takes a bit. As he chews he pulls the map from his pocket and flattens it out on the counter. He begins to look over it noting the locations of the public bunkers and then at where his house is in relationship. His family had owned the 200 odd acres since before Washington was a state or at least that's what his Pa always said. Though it usually ended with a rant about the Reds never takin' it. Though with this Cuba thing his Pa seemed a little more sane. [/QUOTE]

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