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All the cadets seemed to guzzle coffee and that’s what Matsuka did too. He studied hard, but not quite as hard, not enough to be the top of his class or the very bottom, but somewhere in the middle, just shy of the 50th percentile. There was a new blend of coffee in the cafeteria today and this early in the day, there was no one else but Matsuka, thin in his uniform, thin against the bright fluorescent lights of the station. He walked carefully up to the attendant, his shadow following him like a shy very skinny black cat, and ordered a cup
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memory and taste
anonymous
June 3 2010, 01:32:35 UTC
Matsuka had few images of his childhood. Most of that part of his memory was filled instead with glimpses of other people's minds, as blurred as his own, and more and more, visions of Keith. But he wasn't entirely bereft of childhood memories. Scent had stayed with him. He could not remember his parents' faces, but he could remember the smell of coffee following him out the door as he went to school. He could remember coming home to the aroma of pastries baking. All of it was remote from him now, or at least where he had been, hiding in the outskirts of the military, not daring to take the examinations required for higher rank or more specialized professions. Only the coffee stayed with him, and sometimes that didn't seem like enough
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I will never look at coffee the same way again.
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Also: pie.
This was perfect! Thank you~
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