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The rusty bell on the door rung, And the light filtered through the glass pane. The school girl walked in crutches and in pain. And asked for a cup of coffee and bun.
The foam bubbled in melancholic promise, As the girl sipped the burning liquid, Her sour face shifted, To a meditated feeling of solace.
She sighed as she reclined in her chair, As the senses beyond relief began to flare.
