I got a coffee from a Starbucks in Amsterdam, and the happiest women in the world served me. My eyes were tired and they made her deformed looking, like she was licked by flames, or at least her mother was born into flames.
“Summer I love that name!” She said noting a name onto a coffee cup. Everyone is European attractive. Their hair…
“Macchiato for Maria Bella, what a lovely name!” Now I was down the end of the counter. Next up is Elizabeth! How will they announce mine. Incorrectly I bet. I will be Helen. Well let me be Helen! She is braver then me with a weakness for fruity pastries and she never gave up on long jump.
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