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Finn learned to relax in coffee shops ever since he saw Dorothy.

Coffee made him remember her, and sometimes, he would try to decipher the different shades of brown of every drink he consumed that were similar to hers, but nothing seemed to compare. No color was prettier.

Coffee eyes. Coffee eyes. Coffee eyes.

Alcohol is not the answer to make him drunk.

Just coffee.

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