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... as trapped in some kind of nightmare.
"Raw sugar?" The barista blinked at me slowly. "Like... sugar that’s... raw?"
"Yes," I said through gritted teeth, my patience already wearing thin from frustration and the pile of work waiting for me in the office. "Raw sugar. Unrefined. Organic. Natural. However you want to describe it."
He scratched his head, looking perplexed. "We’ve got white sugar, brown sugar, and those little pink packets..."
Of course they don’t have ...
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