i think i have posted this before but it is worth posting it again.
I make me cry for our government and the future of this country, no honor, no truth, and no balls; only corruption.
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Welcome to the Barista Memoirs. This is a series of short stories about a real coffee shop in a suburb of Washington DC during the 4 years I was employed there. The names have been changed to protect the guilty and so I don't get sued, the coffee shop will not be a fictitious place, and referred to as the Coffee Store. This is littered with adult content and adult language, reader discretion is strongly advised.
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