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... ame time. Same spot. Same reason.
He hadn’t stepped foot inside since the first day.
No coffee. No conversation. Just observation.
He told himself it was curiosity. Just a passing itch he’d scratch until it faded.
But the seat behind the counter where she usually stood? Empty.
He stared through the tinted glass, shifting slightly in his seat. Maybe she was running late. Or restocking something in the back. Or just out of sight.
But the longer he wa ...
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