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To the Barista who Called me a Hero.

Nervous, I was walking into a new coffee shop.

I got lost coming here driving in circles hoping to find my new hangout spot.

Rustic and crowded a good sign.

I don’t see a menu board which makes me hesitant.

I get to the counter struggling and shuddering, to decide what I want.

When the barista tells me I am killing it, He says, Today you are a hero.

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