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| - I was having an ok day, it was a little chilly and a touch windier than how i like, but I'm willing to overlook that. I walked in, not knowing what to expect. The temperature on the inside was ideal, a charming 2 degrees above room temperature, if my goose bumps were correct. The air was not too thin, nor was it too thick. An easy breathe. I inhaled deeply, sensing the eyes of a nearby infant on my supple face. I turned to the miniature person, ready to toss it a bonbon, as per uge, when I noticed the font of the menu script. It was pleasing. An interesting choice for a coffee shop, not one I would choose personally, but I appreciated the boldness. Very avant garde. My gaze moved to the food display, arranged alphabetically. Ordering coffee, I applied my knowledge of grinds, inquiring on soaking time of the beans prior to caffein immersion. The question was received politely, but I was not completely satisfied. I ordered plain yogurt, two lattées and a fruit. I will not state which fruit as that is too personal. For more information on the type of fruit feel free to contact me, but I will require some background information first. Overall, a great source of sustenance.
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