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And he was standing there
still for a moment
with two hands
in front of him
placed on top of
a brown counter
marked by the incessant
drops of coffee
spilling every minute
for eight rigorous
hours.

And he was standing there
Thinking and knowing
what to do next
the moment the bell rings
his body will stir
and move and walk
and come back.
Walk and come back.

And then the bell rang.

I was right on all counts
except for one small thing:

He turned to me and smiled
the kind of smile that
I didn't know would last
my heart for years.

And years and years.

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