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Copyright © 2010 by Jack Stratton
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Jack was addicted. It was something he needed to admit to himself. It was something he needed help with. It was something that was part of him.
"Gimme a quad shot cappuccino, very dry, non-fat milk."
He stood at the counter digging deep into the pockets of his jeans trying to get another fifty cents. It was a costly habit, four shots of espresso with a little steamed milk was five bucks.
Behind him a line of well dressed people tried to summon the psychic power needed to destroy him. He was holding up the line, therefor holding up their caffeine intake. This was a dangerous thing.
"Don't worry, you come in every day like three times. I think I can overlook fifty cents,” the girl with the thick glasses and the tight shirt behind the counter said with a smile.
Blond, bright green eyes, a nose ring. She was very cute, but a little to skinny and bubbly for Jack's taste. He smiled and handed her his deficient funds.
"Quad non fat cap, dry!" she barked over to the barista.