So it's another gray New England winter afternoon, which means it's time for my caffeine fix. I walk down the street to my usual Starbucks, but for some reason the line is longer than usual and I don't feel like waiting. Then I notice a coffeehouse that I had never seen before. It's surprising because it's bigger than normal and has a very staid, conservative name. More like a string of names, actually, followed by a "P.C." I take this to mean "professional coffeehouse," or something.
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