Seventeen

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"Hey."

I look up, pretty boy's voice cracked.

"F-feel better?" I ask.

"Now that I've seen you, yeah."

I blush.

"Wh-what can I-I get y-you?"

"A 16 ounce peppermint latte."

"Why d-don't you e-ever ord-der the sa-sa-same thing t-twice?"

"If I have a regular order, I don't get to talk to you as much."

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