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Not All Heroes Wear Capes

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Fletcher,” I answered.

“What kind of a name is ‘Fletcher’ for a fry cook at a diner? It’s a name of a frat boy … or a private investigator,” she said.

She had been giving me giving me grief since she came into the diner about 30 minutes ago, and ordered a full country breakfast. She…