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First off, I hit up the local coffee shop on Nakagawacho. You know, the one with the weirdly cute barista? Yeah, her name’s Yuki. She always has this smile that could light up a room. I ordered my usual—black coffee, no sugar. I’m not a kid, right? But then, she hands me this cup with a heart drawn in the foam. I’m like, “Yuki, you’re trying to make me fall in love with my coffee?”

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