She drank the coffee quickly. Then she waited. When the ice melted down a bit she drank the watery coffee flavored runoff – ahh. The ice melt was the best part. She sucked noisily on the straw, hoping for one more drop of weak coffee water. Frustrated, she took the lid off the cup and crunched into the coffee imbued chunks of ice.
The guy at the next table glared at . . .
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