8″You see a man, or at least what looks like a man with a very small...head, sitting at a table near a window. He keeps looking at the passing bariatas as if he wants something, but is too shy or nervous to ask. You walk by to throw your cup in the incinerator and you hear a voice in your head. Excuse me...Um... could you maybe bring me a straw? I think the barista forgot to bring me my straw. As you can see He gestures at the large distance between his head and cup I'm a bit stuck.
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