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KATYA

It’s another bad day and it’s only 9 AM.

The office coffee machine decided to die on me — again — so now I’m stomping down the block in heels I already regret, searching for caffeine before I commit a workplace homicide. There’s nothing noble about survival; it’s just espresso with extra shots and maybe a croissant I’ll tell myself I deserve.

Of course, the café closest to the office has a l