01 — i know that it's your soul, but could you bottle it up?

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[it's the slowest part of the day: the tail-end, just thirty minutes before closing, and she can feel the weariness sink into her like a wrecked ship. they've mostly gotten to-go orders for the past hour; no one's been wanting to stay to chat, what with the frosty gusts, and the probability of snow increasing with each day. if they had a drive-thru, their regulars would probably use that instead.

hell, she would too, if she had a car.

finally, having wiped down her last table, she calls out to the back of the coffee shop:] Hey, I'm finished out here, do you need any help?

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[CUE A REALLY AUDIBLE CHOKING NOISE. she'd been shoveling pad thai into her mouth, careful to keep any noodles from dropping, when she witnessed the horrible whiplash that was his impression of her. after swallowing the noodles with much difficulty, she tries to object, but...] I... well... that's...