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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2016 11:55 am
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Horace had been trying out every single coffee shop in Ashdown. It was his mission, he decided, to find the best cup of normal-brew coffee. Nothing fancy, not espresso - just regular coffee. So far, he'd had more burnt coffee than his tongue would like to remember. But, this all explained why he found himself in a particularly pretentious looking shop, full of hipsters and with some indie Canadian band playing over the speakers. Some had laptops and computers out (one guy, he noted, had a word document up titled 'NOVEL' in bold 26 point font), some had books, one guy was even jigsaw puzzling.
He sipped his coffee again. It was okay, he decided; nothing stellar, but acceptable. That ad the crowded feel of the shop ensured he probably wouldn't be back. Then, his wandering eyes caught sight of a puzzle piece on the floor. And another a few inches away. He stood, coffee in one hand, and scooped up the pieces. Guess it was time to socialize.
"Hey - are there yours?"
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