Roasted: A Short Story

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Roasted The crumbley, cracked sidewalk beneath me seemed to shatter with every step. As I walked past Riviera, The water glistened. The Ferry passed by and made small waves in the water. My friends were already passed Anita’s, I was behind. I made my way up the block. Almost crashing into people. “Come on guys, wait up”. I shouted to my friends.

“Those stubborn girls” I whispered angrily to myself. I finally caught up as we reached the door. I had an open sign with green flashing lights.

I walked in the building, there were some tables and chairs. We made our way to the counter, my eyes immediately went to the muffin case. Tori began to order “we would like a Death Wish Coffee and two Bubble Teas please”. She had been wanting to

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