There’s, I think, five within four blocks of my apartment. Starbuckses.
When I quit drinking coffee last year, and thus my once-twice-thrice-sometimes daily habit of white mochas, I didn’t think that I would still be called into the mermaid’s lair so often. I didn’t give her or my lack of willpower and abundance of boredom credit. [...]
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