The crash

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I shook my head, my green hair shedding water and flipping back into the slicked back look I loved. I ran my hand through my hair to make sure it looked presentable in my standards, and walked into a café. It was just called "A Café" Cliché I know. But oh well. I sat down at the bar and order the usual. Just straight black coffee. That's when all of a sudden, a car bust through the side of the wall, making me jump up and run to the other side of the café. The bar stool I sat at was crushed underneath the tire. I shivered. A woman came out of her car very slowly and very composed for someone who just crashed their car into a building. She let her hand drag across the hood of her pinkish-purple lambo. She wore booty shorts, a tight T-shirt and had blond hair with blue and pink pig tails. She wandered up to the counter and leaned over.
"One cappuccino please. No cream."

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