"Damn." Dina shakes out her umbrella. She had hoped the rain would hold off until she made it to the office.
Monday 7:03 am
"Ermah gawd, it looks soooo good. Hmm, maybe I should get two?" As the blonde in the front changes her order for the third time, everyone in line groans. Dina impatiently begins to tap her foot.
Why did I offer to get everyone coffee?! Dina thinks to herself. “I hate Mondays,” she mumbles.
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