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COFFEE 

The silence was too loud to endure. We sat on opposite chairs in the cafe facing each other. Never thought the privacy I ones ate my heart out for could aggrandise to a humongous monster potent of ingurgitating my whole existence. A venti blonde roast and a white chocolate mocha with extra sugar ,you ordered. Great, I thought 7 years were too stretchy to summon up detailings and you proved me wrong. Loquacious vocal cord of mine temporarily seemed to blackout leaving my piteous brain rummage for topics, pathetic. I noticed the car key you placed over the table entwined with keychain, it was damn faded and rusty that I  almost failed to recall it. The mocha I slipped in suddenly started suffocating me, knew this was a trap from the start, a trap carefully curated using finest beads of your loyalty,but oddily I loathe liberation from this.......