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Coffee (part two)

Julien pried the seat from the table. It’s legs locked with the ornament base. He took a seat opposite of the now accompanied figure. “Mind if I sit here?” Julien wheezing an uneasy rasp, Strangers gave him anxiety but this … Continue reading

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Coffee (part one)

Five PM. Thursday. St. Kerr Street. Julien swilled and tilted his mug to his maw. Thinking admits the buzz of O’Bean’s Cafe, on their longest working day. His thoughts going over a moral dilemma, a crisis of his age at … Continue reading

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