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I live in a town called Owl CityI live in a town called Owl City.
A city made of Gold, inhabited by Angels.
A place where the sky is beautiful morning, noon, and night.
The Alligator Skies turn gracefully into the Vanilla Twilight.
Every night is rewarded with a spectacular Meteor Shower,
while Fireflies and Bees dance among the Plant Life.
Every day is a Good Time and nothing could Take it All Away.
Wondrous attractions speckle Owl City.
Go for a ride in a Hot Air Balloon, and you won't regret it.
Or perhaps stay awhile at the Umbrella Beach.
While the Yacht Club perform on the seas.
This town is nothing like the Real World and I never want to leave.
You have a chance to come too, and visit this lovely town.
Here's Hope that you will arrive soon.
If you cant get to Owl City, though, don't give up.
Because here we have a saying.
"Dreams Don't turn to Dust."
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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