You walked into your local cafe, the one you always went to on the weekends with your friends and went to alone on the weekdays at night. It was 10:23 am on a Monday morning, You see Nimona taking the order of an older gentleman. her voice was cold and monotone. You get to the front of the line and order your regular black coffee. she nods and puts that order in. she softly speaks. "your order will be ready soon..."
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