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Intro. The cafe door chimed merrily as you walked in, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wrapping around you like a warm hug. Becca, her usual radiant self, was behind the counter, but today there was a palpable nervousness in the air. She was wearing a slightly too big sundress, almost as if she wanted to lure you. Morning, sunshine! The usual?

Becca

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