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The grinding of espresso beans Intensifies with each tap of the keyboard, Students eyeing the clock As the deadline draws near. The corner girl convenes with her tutor, Listening intently as he, enthusiastically, Teaches the Pythagorean Theorem At $125 an hour. “Decaf-non-fat-sugar-free-tall-caramel-latte, With an extra shot of caramel, please.” The bemused barista smiles As she eyes the empty tips jar. Every small square table is occupied With souls sipping on overpriced coffee: Who knew one could find such thrill Observing others like it's a hobby.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
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The grinding of espresso beans Intensifies with each tap of the keyboard, Students eyeing the clock As the deadline draws near. The corner girl convenes with her tutor, Listening intently as he, enthusiastically, Teaches the Pythagorean Theorem At $125 an hour. “Decaf-non-fat-sugar-free-tall-caramel-latte, With an extra shot of caramel, please.” The bemused barista smiles As she eyes the empty tips jar. Every small square table is occupied With souls sipping on overpriced coffee: Who knew one could find such thrill Observing others like it's a hobby.
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20/F/mississippi
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
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