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Monday 8:00 Coffee Shop


 

I’m here. I’m here.

In this makeshift home of mine- It’s all too public.

It’s a coffee shop- I cannot bare to go home.

I’d rather pursue this purgatory.

I cannot stay here forever.

It closes at 8:00-

It’s nearly 8:00 already.

I’ll go home, then.

It’s a shame… 

I don’t know how I’ll go on coasting once I’m home.

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