A Rare Treat
Monica held the hot latte in her hands, letting its warmth seep through them. To have such a treat was a rarity. To be drinking in such a fancy establishment was beyond anything she had ever imagined. Out of the blue the elderly woman had asked if she might buy her a cup of coffee. Never had Monica imagined that the lady meant to come here to buy her coffee. When the waitress came back with a hot cinnamon roll, she thought she might cry… Cinnamon rolls, how long haid it been since she had a cinnamon roll.
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