The shop most likely to
turn glasses misty, humid
with the closeness of the
work, the laughter, the
chimes of caffeinated
conversation. Seats come
precious to the sitters in
winter, a university of study,
shambolic in its distraction,
hyperbolic in its grinding
expressions on foam. Rest
a moment. See The Clash
postered to the left of The
Fall. Observe chalkboard
specialties, a latte lurking
to especially fan the shame
of being young. Please wash
your stained hands, even if
you don't work
here.
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Roman Ryan 