A few days ago, at Starbucks, the barista who served H and me was sweet and beautiful and kind, and she took our orders (tea for me, coffee for H) and then said, without blinking, "It's on me." At first, it didn't register. H and I kept talking about snowman cookies and cake pops and I held out my …
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