I'll Steal Your Coffee
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A small set of memories rushed through his mind. His eyes glimmering in the low lighting as he folded his hands in his lap. He's been waiting for years, his hopes lowering for his lover.
"You can look annoyed, tell at me all you want. But I'm not leaving until you come home."
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