So, it's official. I'm a regular. Or, at least semi-regular. Or, at least, at the nearest Starbucks enough so that at least one of the baristas (Dave) knows my name. And he's stopped saying, "Jen, right?" and started just writing it on the cup. This, after an absence of more than a week while I was in Philly. Next up, he'll be greeting me in
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