Wrong Jacket, Right Company
Steam curled from the porcelain as the woman set her cup and bag down and slid into the corner booth.“Sorry I’m late,” she said barely glancing up and stirring her…
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April 26, 2025
Warmth After Frost
A solitary figure owned the quiet little coffee shop on the corner, where the lights were always dim, and the air smelled of cinnamon and something darker.She walked in during…
April 12, 2025