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But then, I order a cappuccino, and the barista—let’s call him Igor—totally messes it up. I mean, how do you mess up a cappuccino? It’s just coffee and foam! I’m like, “Dude, this is a latte!” He just shrugs. I’m fuming, but whatever. I take a sip, and it’s actually kinda good. So, I guess I’ll let it slide this time.

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