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my head is like a beating drum.
« Thread Started on Dec 30, 2007, 8:43am »
Billie was sitting at home with like the worst hangover in the world. He decided it would be best if he went to starbucks, ya know, any excuse to go, he was addicted! He threw on some black skinny jeans and a shirt that said "One by one the penguins stole my sanity" and made his way out.

As he was outside, he tripped over a trash can and fell into the door, and he landed in starbucks on his face.
"Well this is a good start to the day" he muttered with a smirk.
So he walked over and ordered a orange mocca and sat down.
He took his drink and walked over to a seat, he looked around and saw no-one he knew so he started to sip his drink on his own.
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Re: my head is like a beating drum.
« Reply #1 on Dec 30, 2007, 3:38pm »
How do you start a day that is open like a blank book? Starbucks of course!

Amy woke up this morning and looked at the alarm clock, it read, 9:12. She yawned and stretched, getting out of bed and getting dressed. She had taken a shower the night before, so all was good. She ran a brush through her hair, though it didn't do much good.

She got out of her car and walked into Starbucks, her eyes hidden by large sunglasses and her bangs. She went up to the counter and ordered regular black coffee, nothing special, just coffee.

She looked around, all the places were filled with more than two people. She sighed, holding onto her coffee.
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