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The wooden door pulls open with one tug and with it comes a waft of aromas. Fruity, nutty, floral, bitter, and sweet exist all in one. The smell is freshly pulled espresso. This is what you walk into when you go to a coffee shop. Almost every morning now I go to one coffee shop, … Continue reading I’m a Barista
Everyone else is staying in the library until 5am and I can barely look into my books for more than 10 minutes. When I do go to the library I feel like they can smell it. My inability to focus wafts through the room and they glare at me telling me to sit at home … Continue reading Fall Finals
A #memorymonday on late mornings. I reckon it won't be the last.