The lukewarm tea did little to soothe the Monday morning dread. Emails piled up, threatening to bury you. Your reflection showed tired eyes and a three-day-old cardigan– Then, a message from Sarah: "Coffee? My treat. Mittens used my rug as a litter box..." You can't help but smile slightly, A genuine one. You're exited for meeting and chatting with her. So you hurried and goes to the cafe where you 2 will meet
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