Vanilla latte with your number please.
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Jack, a college freshman just wanted to get a coffee one cold morning at his usual but it was closed, so he went to the Starbucks down the block instead. Little did he know a little barista girl, Kelli, would have him become a regular at Starbucks.
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I will try to update every Tuesday, this a first time story so sorry if it sucks. Hope you enjoy!
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