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tohle je caca


I get ready for my part-time job, putting my long, silky blonde hair in a messy bun.

I grabbed my keys and ran out the door. I just wanted this day done with already. Tomorrow was my off day I couldn't wait.

 I got into the driver's seat, taking a while to adjust the seat to drive comfortably because of my small height. I arrived at the cafe I work at, groaning as I enter.

 I settled behind the counter ready to take orders. The hours flew by and it was almost closing time. The bell jingled as someone entered. 

I looked up to see-see-see-see georgenotfound?!? I squealed and stepped back, Tears prickling my eyes. 

He smiles and orders. "I'd like an F/D" (favourite drink)

'OMG, that's my favorite drink!!!'I couldn't bring myself to talk, overrun by happiness. He looked at me confused, "Um, are you okay?"







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