Words were exchanged. Tempers flared. And, in the end, a perfectly good cup of iced coffee was sacrificed in an act of senseless violence.
Had cooler heads prevailed on that warm Boston summer morning, life could have carried on as normal. The coffee, iced with a bit of sweat forming on the outside of the cup, would have been consumed and enjoyed the way the roasters had hoped while crafting the beverage. Little did it know, as it sat on the ...
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