“Going to be another hot day,” Hank Spano said to himself as he climbed out of his red Buick and walked across the parking lot to his diner. He fished a big bounch of keys out of he pocket, unlocked the back door and went inside. He switched on the coffee-maker and got donuts out of the freezer before he unlocked the street door and switched on the electric sign: Hank’s Diner.
“Yep, it sure is going to be another scorcher,” he said, standing in the doorway and looking up at the cloudless sky.
It was just as he turned around to go back inside that he saw the kid.There on the street stood a little kid, with a little bag on a stick, just like a drifter from a movie, he walked over to the little kid and said “hi kiddo, what are you doing?” the boy looked up at him and answered “I’m running away,” Hank smiled and asked “oh I did that once too, are you thirsty son?” the kid thought about it for a few seconds and the answered “yeah a little bit” “then follow me I’ll get you a milkshake” Hank answered and started walking slowly towards his dinner, when he was about to open the door the kid suddenly stood right behind him smiling, they went in and Hank walked up and started making a milkshake for the kid, the kid climbed up on one of the tall bar stools. Hank passed him the milkshake and said “I’m Hank by the way, what’s your name?” the boy looked at him and answered “Jimmy, Jimmy Johnson”
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