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First off, I grab my morning coffee from that cute little café on Komsomolska. You know the one? The barista, Oksana, always has a smile. But today? She spills my coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But she laughs it off, and I can’t help but chuckle too. I mean, who doesn’t love a little caffeine chaos, right?

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