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Sophias reflection shivered. I removed my hands from my front pockets and cracked my knuckles. She gently blew into the black coffee while holding the cup beneath her lips.
Glass clinked somewhere outside. Now hes eating the cherries meant for me, he thought. Im the one who has the fever. She put the cherries outside the window to make them really cold.
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