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august 23rd, 2016.

you came to the cafe quietly, you're hair was falling around your face.
could see you're still reading that lame book.
i cheekily smiled, like i had just seen the most beautiful flower.
you.

you sat down in your usual spot, why didn't you order your latte first?
wouldn't you want to enjoy it with your book?
is this your new routine now?

a note flew my way, snapping me out of my daze.
'another pervy book? garden, 12:01pm.'
i knew it was from you, who else would it be from?
i smiled to myself.

this will be a latte fun.

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