#a dollop of milk and seven sugars
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chapter 1 of a dollop of milk and seven sugars
“Morning, Buttons.”
The early morning air prickled at Oluwande’s skin as he unlocked the front door to the coffee shop. The custodian, Mr. Buttons – a tall, thin older man with stringy, graying hair and a thick Scottish accent – was always there before him, standing and watching the sky, where just the tiniest hint of light played at the horizon.
“Foggy,” he commented. “Ill omen, fog.”
“Okay.”
