Waiting. And Waiting. And More Waiting.
Greg sighed. New York was not one of his favorite cities, but it was home to one of his favorite music clubs. He only came to New York to visit that club. Right now he was not at that club, instead he was standing in an incredibly long line to get a coffee. He needed coffee. It had been a long night and he needed something to get his blood pumping.
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