The Perk, Sunday Morning

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Mohinder picked up an iced tea, with a smile to the staff behind the counter that was maybe more directed at the drink than them. He fumbled momentarily for his wallet, knocking shut his cell as he handed over the money. Next time he lost his clothes he would be sure to lay in a larger supply of teas and coffees.

After a hurried draining of most of his drink Mohinder stirred the tea gently, spoon clinking against the side, while he eyed the doughnuts on display.

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