I spend a lot of time in coffee shops. The things I think there are different from when I am thinking other times of day in other places. I think I am clever. I am writing in a little note book with an ink gel pen and my hair is a little messed up. It's hot out and people are on their lunch breaks. People are always shopping and seem to not have jobs. It's like a wind tunnel in here. I'm fighting to keep my coffee warm. Suddenly I decide to drink it all because I'd rather enjoy hot coffee for 30 seconds instead of finding it cooler than colder after 30 minutes. Everybody wants to talk but it's oh so quiet.
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