😵😲Every morning I secretly fed a lonely boy, so that the management would not find out. But one day he didn't come: instead of a boy, black cars stopped at the cafe, and the letter that soldiers gave me knocked the ground out of my feet. Every morning I would sort the cups, clean the tables, and pretend that everything was in order. The world around you seems to be stuck on repeat - the same faces, the smell of coffee, the ring of the bell above the door. I once noticed a boy. Small, ten years

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