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It’s 7:42 in the a.m. hour. The weather was pretty nice outside, no fast wind or rain. In the middle of September, I would expect the leaves to be turning into those beautiful hues of orange, brown and gold but not here, at least not yet. Tampa is funny like that.

One day it’s twenty-four degrees outside or the rain is coming down sideways and the next minute, right after the rainbow hides behind God’s pillow of clouds, the sun would be shining like a Christmas night in Manhattan.

I’d been standing in this line for almost ten minutes…ten minutes waiting for my coffee and then it’s off to work. You could hear the morning traffic jams mixed with creative cussing and car horns so loud, it’s no wonder these baristas don’t have hearing problems. Nothing out of the ordinary that day, I mean, I’d been stopping there at this Starbucks, on the corner of Kennedy and South Dakota Ave, every day for the past seven years at the same time to get my coffee. It was always fresh, never too sweet and Tammy always adds in an extra pump of vanilla for me.

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