he walks up to the counter
and slaps down a twenty.
"it sure does."
his eyes scan the menu
before ordering
a black coffee.
"your total is $1.50-"
"keep the change."
"are you sure?
that's a lot!"
he gives a shrug.
"we'll just say
you owe me one."
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bits&pieces
Poetrybut darling, there are thousands who would kill to be you, despite your bits and pieces ○○○ And here I am, back at it again with the turning faults and flaws into tragic beauties- or so they say. Please let me know what you think! ~lowercase intend...
