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She came here. Every day.
Elegance and perfection.
Always the same red chair, always the same black coffee.
Two cubes of sugar, a dash of cream, no milk please.
She crossed her legs, just so, an impeccably composed image.
Three sips till she sparked the cigarette and languidly puffed away.
He watched her. Every day.