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The next day,
You never came.
Black coffee, two sugar.
I sat alone on the table.
Our table.
The waitress asked where you were.
I told her I didn't know.
She told me that you came to the old coffee shop
Every day.
Same time, same seat.
And all of the sudden,
You never came.
I felt guilty.
Black coffee, two sugar.
Thrown in the trash can
Outside of the old coffee shop.

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