THERE was this saying that, "life will always throw lemons at you, what matters is what you do with your lemons." That saying was crap. Life didn't just throw lemons at people, she also dictated what they'd do with those lemons. Hence, we didn't really have a say in anything. It was why she was called life. That established, I didn't expect the lemon life had decided to hit me with— "We're selling the cafe." —right in the forehead. I stared at the owner of the cafe I worked at, blinking furiously. He stared back at me, hands tucked into his trouser pockets and lips drawn together. Quick rewind: this cafe, the one about to be sold was the cafe I'd been working at for about year. Ever since my accommodation issues began, of taken solace in the availability of this abode. . .or workplace. And now, it was going to be
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