Andrea doesn’t like coffee, but…

I like coffee shops. The kind that aren’t in a hurry.

I had tea with someone I hope will become a friend. She spent longer than necessary explaining something. When she stopped herself in mid-stream to say: “I’m sorry. I’m not good at short stories. I love to connect.” I knew I could relax.

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