Small Mercies
Small Mercies The coffee was bad. It always was. Lena knew this because she had been pouring it for ten years, and bad coffee had a taste that you couldn't unlearn — like water that had sat in a plastic bucket for three days and then someone added instant granules and called it a day. She poured it into a styrofoam cup and set it on the counter in front of the man sitting at position four, and...
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