she sits in a Mable's coffee shop gazing out into the crowded streets men in ties and women in suits rush around in a terrible hurry its half past twelve and they cant get anywhere fast enough cars and taxis pass the little coffee shop she sits there silently sipping on a cup of mocha not a care in the world she has all this time on her hands and there is no need to rush besides who would miss her there is no one she would rather not go home who would be there to greet her, only her cat you can talk forever to a cat and they do seem to listen but they can't talk back so she sits here in her little haven all alone in Mable's little coffee shop
Reason for writing:
I go there alot when I'm feeling bummed out
Birth sign: Aries
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