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itâs cold and sheâs tired and the ugly poncho she bought off the campus pop-up shop is not doing much to brace against the wind. nothing sounds better than a hot coffee and as she slips into fates sheâs already excited at the prospect of the most caffeine-dense, bitter thing she can find on the menu. except as her palms pat down the pockets of her loose sweatpants, she realizes ---
âAw, fuck.âÂ
"Hey ---- Can you do me a favor and spot me, like, two bucks?â more like five with the extra espresso.










