once he finished, he picked up his things, put them in his bag, and slung it over his shoulder. he walked out of the library, bidding the librarian goodbye. walking down the streets, as the cold wind nipped at his cheeks, he decided to head into one of the coffee shops to get some hot chocolate.
michael walked into the small café with a smile, being greeted by the strong smell of coffee and warmth. this is what comfort felt like to him.
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