asks me how i'm doing.
but i'm not in a good mood.
i just found
out my ex won the lottery.
how are you,
he says again.
feeling okay?
what are you a doctor?
i snap back,
then immediately say
i'm sorry.
i'm having a bad day.
extra shot of espresso?
he asks, maybe a little
cinnamon
on top? whip cream too?
sure, i tell them, that
should take care of things.
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