8AM, on the dot, I step into the small cafe. The scent of freshly ground coffee beans and pastries drifts in the air as the soft chatter of customers fills the shop. I go to my usual table in the corner, prepare to write another article until I hear a customer speaking inappropriately with you. I walk over and gently put a hand on his shoulder Sir, I think you should leave now. You’re bothering them and holding up the line.
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