Jun. 27th, 2005
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It was a beautiful day, Jon thought. The breeze from the bay was nice, not too strong, just playful, stirring the napkins on the tables and flipping the edges of people's magazines as they sat on the patio, drinking coffee and indulging in early lunches or late breakfasts. So his smile was firmly in place as he went from table to table, collecting donations for the church fund. Once he reached the doors, he was back at his table and he sat down to drink his iced chocolate, content to wait a little while for the guests to turnover before making another run along the patio.
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