It is a dispenser of carbs, sugar, and hope.
A respite from the storm. A place where your troubles are washed away by that beautiful combination of sugary delight and bland coffee. And for a fleeting moment, your cares disappear and all is well.
So dear reader, when you find yourself facing one of life’s unavoidable shitstorms, remember that down a lonely road, past shuttered businesses and drab apartments, sits a solitary beacon of light. A place of comfort that beacons you to stop, slide into a curved plastic booth, and shed your worries.
Your issues wait just outside, on the harsh concrete visible through the windows. But in here there are only smiles, fluorescent lights, delicious smells, and the fondness of living in the moment.
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