Tuesdays by Suzanne Palmer

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Say you’re a waitress at an all-night Diner in the middle of nowhere. Say a flying saucer appears in the wee hours of the morning and then leaves. Then the police come and take everyone’s story. But you wait till the very last to give them your surprise.

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