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Henry And Latte.

Henry sips his latte; the café is full; a babble of voices surround him. The young barista is beautiful, her large eyes gaze at him, her lips become flowers as she speaks. The other barista is older and not so beautiful; her words are half Italian and sound romantic no matter what she says. Henry will order another latte just to hear her speak again. The beautiful barista is busy; the crowd buzz like bees.
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TerryCollett
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Written by
TerryCollett
78 / M
Published
Aug 30, 2017
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20·75
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Henry And Latte and baristas.

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