By Conrad Johnson
Ambered by sprightly light of coffee shop’s counter, Danny Roach strayed one too many times. Danny, a cool kid of the Roach clan, was just trying to score some dried latte cream, or better yet, donut dust off the tatted counter. Shiny antennae scented a shard of chocolate floating on the sea of Capri blue Formica, in front of nervous register.
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