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worker, Mia, whispered as she rushed

sh register. "I spilled coffee on a customer

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ust wanted

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the counter, heart racing

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. Not a chance. Guys like him

small, foolish part

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brushed hers when he took the coffee. That tiny smi

a place like this? He could afford the

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herself. He probably already forgot her n

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for the bus, h

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mbarrassed herself in front of him.

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did she

had seen the

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ed through his phone

ifting from foot to foot. "Sir... about the art

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her face in her pillow.

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