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"Quiet night, Eddie," remarked Sarah, a regular who spent more time nursing a single coffee than most people spent on a three-course meal.

Eddie stood behind the counter, breathless, his pompadour slightly askew. Sarah sat back down, a massive grin on her face. "What was that, Eddie?" she asked, smoothing out her skirt. jive_bunny_the_mastermixers_thats_what_i_like

Eddie looked at the jukebox, which was now glowing a soft, satisfied blue. He picked up his rag and went back to the chrome. "I don't know," Eddie smiled. "But " "Quiet night, Eddie," remarked Sarah, a regular who

For three minutes and fifty-two seconds, the generation gap vanished. The 80s drum machines held hands with the 50s guitars. When the final notes of the medley faded and the rabbit vanished in a puff of glittery smoke, the diner fell silent. "What was that, Eddie

"Too quiet," Eddie grumbled. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a tarnished shilling, and slotted it into the machine. "Let's see if this old girl still has some kick."