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Jan 2016
Cold coffee sits in her cup as she watches the door eagerly.
The waitress behind the counter turns her back, and spits into a cappuccino.
Cold coffee remains on the table.
*****
She looks down at her white ceramic mug.
Deep breath. Take a sip.
*Life's a *****
Rose Amberlyn
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Rose Amberlyn
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   Samuel Hesed
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