In all his twelve years, he'd never tried coffee, yet just before the school bell rang, he spent his allowance on an iced mocha and felt proud as he sipped it. With their chilled bitter mouthfeel, iced espresso droplets jolted him as he discovered a new, grown-up elixir. The clock moved too quickly, like everything else. He dropped abruptly to his knees, and his fingers nimbly darted over his shoes, playing hide-and-seek with laces. He became irrationally irritated as he thought “Knots, please don't fail me.” He felt odd, like pebbles in quicksand, despite the heady bliss.
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"Classic"
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