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The Coffee Boy updateChapter One. He sat alone on the park bench, drinking a stale cup of coffee and finishing a cigarette. A dark vine covered oak tree loomed over his shoulder as if to apologize for whatever the boy had been crying about. The sky was dark and infested with clouds and sad love songs; it was just the way he liked his weather. The Coffee Boy took a sip of his drink and grimaced silently to himself; his coffee was disgusting and had gotten colder the longer he sat alone. Springtime was almost over; bringing promising beginnings for his summer vacation. Today marked his final exam for his last college class; one in which he had been nervous abThe Coffee Boy update
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I'm not an artist, I'm just an asshole without a job.
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I'm not an artist, I'm just an asshole without a job.
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