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Happy Family “Happy Family.”
My name is Olivia, I’m six years old and I have a happy family here. My mommy and daddy love me very much. We are always laughing and playing together. Daddy goes to work and comes home late at night, but when he’s off from work we get to have lots of fun! Mommy’s kind of lazy, she always sleeping. Whether it be on the floor, the couch, or the bedroom she’ll be sleeping. But I still love them both! When mommy’s not sleeping we play games and sing. When both mommy and daddy are around we all play together. Daddy’s clumsy though, so he’ll end up falling over me sometimes when he’s not looking, or I’ll try to high five him and he’ll miss and hit my face, or we’ll end up wrestling and he’ll get too rough and end up hurting me. But don’t worry, he always lets me win. My mommy says we play too much in this family, but that’s okay beca
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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