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Sitting in Starbucks with the cold rain falling down, outside in the chilly evening, sipping a warm cappucino which has been exhausted but I don't want more. I feel like everyone around me has a story to tell, even the buildings and the streets, and my breath comes out in small puffs and even the toddlers are tolerable with their wide-eyed blue and hazel gazes, and the streets are wet but I have boots on so that's okay. It will not rain tomorrow, but I will no longer be here.