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“I want an expresso. Black. But give me the domestic blend. That Turkish crap gi…”

“There were no more choices, no more options, no more clever ways out of a tough…”

“Adjustment? She called that an adjustment? How about I adjust her right out of …”

“My pulse slowed, and as Jenks charmed the ladies behind the counter into fluste…”