Cayenne Pepper Coffee

Cayenne Pepper Coffee

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"Listen to your old man, Katsuki." she smirked, and I glared at her. "If you don't want to start anew, then why not just woo him again--" "No. No. We are not talking about my ex, again. And as much as I reiterate, we're done. It's what 4 years already. If he really wants me back, he should have come back, I stopped chasing him, so no." my mom sighed and gave up. I know she loves him as my partner back then, we're the cutest as she labels. But no, I am done with him. He's done with me. I'm done with dating. I have a company to manage. "Oh right, there's a new coffee shop near the company, just the next street. I heard they have your favorite there. Maybe you can check it out or bring a date?" my dad suggested, and I just groaned. They won't stop, won't they? Or After suffering from a break up, Katsuki has to move on and meet a few people. Will he be successful though?
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