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“Large mocha, no whip. Iced.”
Weather below 50 outside. Weirdo. “Venti decaf latte.” Starbucks across the street. Go away. “Chocolate shake, please.” Sorry, freezer broke. Again. “Do you take credit card?” Look. Sign says ‘cash only.” Machines buzz, spew heat in minuscule flecks of burning water. Liquid swirled, steamed, poured. Cream-like hearts, flowers, feathers decorate these caffeinated drinks. Legal speed fixes for overworked, impatient customers. Who are not always right. Cappuccinos: three equal parts espresso, foam, milk. Suck up. Deal. Costco sells canned imitations; chain coffee shops label flavored water excellent product. I guess there is no accounting for taste.
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