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the wind was still gushing outside. the glass that surrounded the cafe formed moist and a blanket provided my only warmth. the rest of the room was cold, corner to corner.

you walked out of the counter with a warm mug of caramel macchiato. "here, this is for you."

i hesitated with my words, "t-thank you."

"would you like some cake or something?" you smiled.

"blueberry cheesecake?"

"hey, that's my favorite too."

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