There once was a very unfortunately fated young lass named Hattie.
She often found herself early to work in the morning,
and was forced to bide her time in coffee shops that
charged extra to put milk in your coffee.
A kind of dystopia that was swarming with people who wore vests,
and spoke the words "hahaha" instead of actually laughing,
and probably found joy in the Dave Matthews Band.
One grim day, young Hattie had reached her limits with such nonsense,
and was pacing down the street to surrender to the 99 cent
coffee deal at the 711 on the corner.
When, suddenly, out of the corner of her eye was a gleaming ray of hope.
Let's call this gleaming ray "Bowtruss Coffee Roasters."
The air was thick with the smell of freshly roasted coffee beans,
people were happy, and things were made out of retro
camping equipment.
She was greeted with a smile that said "Don't worry, it's gonna be okay now."
and left with a tummy full of warm, fresh, aromatic local coffee.
And the milk-broke, Dave Matthews enjoying heathens in vests
never darkened her doorway again.
The end.
Until the next, dears.
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