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The Argument Part 1
"Really? You think this whole thing was my fault?" Louis scolded Jenny in anger.
"Yes Louis, I do. You can't talk to my parents like that! They're innocent old people."
"Are you really that oblivious? Jenny, you father tried hitting me with a hammer!"
"He's a cranky old man! Do you just expect him to automatically be so kind and sincere just because you are his son-in-law?"
"The least you could do is tell them I am your boyfriend not a nail to hammer in."
"Okay now your being ridiculous."
"I'm being ridiculous? Seriously? I'm being ridiculous?"
"Um guys?" Kayla said poking her head into the dining room doorway.
"WHAT?!" They both scolded at the same time. Kayla started to tear up from being yelled at.
"Never mind." She clung onto Mr. Cuddlesworth and ran back to her room, tears flowing from her eyes.
Kayla could still hear them yelling, even if she was with her teddy bear under a pillow. She hated when they fought like this, which isn't
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22 whiteboard (x)
33 morning tea
46 butterfly (x)
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The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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