"They're letting me get one" the little chubby black child told Joel and I who was ahead of us in line. I'm not sure if we were babysitting him, or if we were his "Big Brother/Big Sister" friend. EIther way, he had made it ahead of us in the long coffee line that sprawled outside of the shop and down the front stairs
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love,
rach, trying to be super generic and seedy
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