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a girl with a serious love for pumpkin spice lattes may contain strong language *** I walked in to Starbucks. The smell of coffee fresh in the air. I walked to the counter of heaven, the counter that delivered perfect joy in a cup right in to my hands, and waited to be served. "Hello, what can I get you?" I smiled and without looking at the board, I ordered. I looked down at the woman's name tag , her name was Katy. "2 pumpkin spice lattes please Katy." I could already taste the sweet cinnamon and feel the warmth of it on my face. "Sorry we don't have any left. Could I get you something else?" her voice was polite and innocent, but all I could hear was the sound of my impending death. Non left?! Something else?!?! I looked in to her eyes. My right eye twitched. I jumped the counter and went for her throat. I scratched at her face and pulled her hair making as much damage as I could. Blood coated my fingers. When I was done with her, I went for one of the other workers who where calling the police and bracing themselves to get me off her. ... Just a silly book that I made with my friends after I had this really strange dream.... Really fast paste and very silly.
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