A Compaq and a Dell face each other, lid to lid offering quiet tapping sounds across a wide old oak table. The low late afternoon sun creeps through the front window, finds another table and lights up an Arrowhead water bottle with bright silver sparkles.
A chocolate lab tied up outside pokes his nose hard into a woman's crotch when she moves close to greet him and the whirrr of the blender behind the shop's counter mixes something tasty for someone springing several dollars more than just $1.25 for a "Small, medium blend, please."
A stranger snores quietly in the old soft sofa.
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the words..that express so much from this writer... wonderful again
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