Visit 4

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I went in. And it was very different from what I expected. True enough, there was someone running the shop. He couldn’t have been more than 30. I didn’t ask. I went up to the counter, more nervous than I really should have been. It took a lot to open that door. It sounds weird and rather sad to say that opening that door took the most effort of anything I had done in my short life thus far. The inside was...homey? Home-like? It felt familiar. Comforting even. It was just strange. These past few nights I had felt things I had never felt before. And it was to the point that I felt I was going mad. But it could very well just be an exaggeration. The man didn’t say anything when I approached him. He just handed me a cup of coffee and went back to what he was doing. I wasn’t able to question it. I haven't even opened my mouth when he shook his head slowly. I just sat at a small, round table and lightly sipped at the drink. It was good. It was great. I cried. I left.