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So, I woke up, right? Sun shining, birds chirping, all that jazz. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be a breeze.” I grab my coffee from that cute little café on Agiou Dimitriou street. You know the one? The barista there is a total legend. He always knows my order. But today? He messes it up! I mean, how do you mix up a cappuccino with a flat white? Ugh! I was ready to throw my cup at the wall. But I just laughed it off. I mean, it’s Argyroupoli, not the end of the world.

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