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Post by Sarah von Krolock on Dec 23, 2006 10:56:20 GMT -5
*Sarah slipped in the door as a young lady was on her way out. She practically stumbled up to the counter to order some coffee, but looking at the menu, realized that ordering coffee was much more complex in Paris than it had been back home.*
"Something very black."
*The man behind the counter looked at her oddly, but when Sarah outstretched a hand with a random assortment of bills, he took them and turned around to make her drink. "F**king Sues..." he grumbled to himself. When he was done, he handed her the cup and she sat down at a table in the corner.*
I'll never drink like that again...probably not at least...well maybe...if I do I will at least think about the hangover...what's the address here? I'll probably be back tomorrow.
*Sighing, she stared at her cup, silently contemplating why someone felt the need to inform the public that coffee is hot.*
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Post by sark on Dec 23, 2006 11:07:53 GMT -5
*Looks around in wonder*
"Wow, there's a Starbucks EVERYWHERE!"
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