October 31, 2015:

Husky-voiced tall woman sighs: her favorite chair is taken. Lumpy black skirt like a trash bag, thrift store shoes, adam's apple. Starbucks as second home, possibly first.

Little Mister MacBook has his feet all the way up. With his blue earbuds and his hipster beard, he owns that ottoman. That ottoman's his bitch. Hold my boots, bitch. I'm here to program.

The cafe's out of bananas. No smoothie for you! I'll search out my potassium somewhere new.


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