The Green Tea Cafe on 15th Ave.
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We serve:
-Life Advice
-Love Help
-Warm embraces
-And, of course, Green tea
Although life is hard, there's a place for everyone at the G.T.C (Or, the Green Tea Cafe). It doesn't matter who you are or why you're there; just come inside. The staff are sure to help you and will love to give you a good green tea beverage and/or snack to help you settle down.
A man who's running his career into the ground and unable to pay his family's bills.
A girl who keeps getting involved in things that she never wanted to be in.
A lady who can't decide if she would rather her religion or the love of her life.
A boy ran out of his home for using his mom's makeup, pretty clothes; wishing to be pretty.
These are the customers today, and the future of tomorrow. Everyone deserves to be heard; from their home problems to their personal battles.
So come on in, take a seat, get comfy. And I'll get you some tea.
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