Met You at the Cafe

Met You at the Cafe

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Italics is May and Bold is April Everyday I go to my favorite small Cafe As I am exiting I bump into a tall skinny yet muscular woman spills I accidently spilt my drink on her. she seems angry at first so I quickly apologize she calms down and says no big deal the next day I see the girl again I ignore her.......... for now So today before my shift, while walking towards the shop, and this Short girl spilled her drink on me I was a little peeved at first. But she quickly apologised. It wasn't a big deal to me So I took a deep breath and said no problem. The next day im relaxing on my phone at the cafe I notice the girl but..... I just ignore
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