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November 11

At a café at the bus station where my intention was to get some coffee and fruit, but no. The place was quite crowded when I arrived and every single table had orders of coffee and a large pile of these rolls that you can barely see there on the counter that were replaced every ten minutes.

For less than three dollars you got a good cup of coffee and three of them, nice and crispy with big grains of sugar over the top and soft and chewy and heavy in the middle, just like I like them. Fine. It was the special and the obvious thing to do, and I did.

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