the writer collected his coffee, handing over the needed money with a lazy smile.
the bell dinged above him as he left the shop. he cupped the hot coffee in his hands, feeling the warmth spread through them.
as he walked, taking small sips of his coffee he decided to take a left instead of his normal right turn.
why?
the writer didn't know himself. he just felt like he should go that way.
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WORDS - YUWIN
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