Up late, 3:17 AM. Found myself thinking about that old man at the coffee shop today, the one with the meticulously folded newspaper. He just sat there, every so often taking a tiny sip from his espresso, not reading, just watching the street. Made me wonder what stories he had.
Up late, 3:17 AM. Found myself thinking about that old man at the coffee shop today, the one with the meticulously folded newspaper. He just sat there, every so often taking a tiny sip from his espresso, not reading, just watching the street. Made me wonder what stories he had.
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