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A random short storyOnce upon a time, a young girl by the name of Yuna was born. She never made a sound, and acted much more mature than she actually was. Her mother was reminded of Yuna's Grandmother, who recently passed away. She decided to make Yuna all the clothes she'll ever need instead of buying them at the store.
A few years later, Yuna was on a summer break before she went to fifth grade. Her mother took her to a fabric store so she could choose the fabrics. Every time this happened, Yuna would ask around if there was a class to teach her how to sew. Soon enough, she found a young boy about her age that told her of the class his father is teaching. She took this class, and the boy decided to join her. He told her his name was Travis. The two quickly became good friends in the sewing class. They both learned how to sew plushies, gloves, purses, and so much more. A few days later
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The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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