[ It really is a tacky place — all kinds of random decor on the walls, lights strung haphazardly. But the cheddar biscuits are damn good, and the seafood is cheap. James slides into the booth across from him, wearing a very loud Hawaiian shirt and a cheerful grin on his face that doesn't at all betray how goddamn weird and frustrating this is. ]
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No one says "new millennium" anymore, by the way.