Coffeetime.
Mass-produced jazz music saunters through the Starbucks air, wandering slowly through the morning crowd. A modern-day Madonna and child are stationed at the counter, the Mother waiting to be bestowed with her holy halo of caffeine. Business people congregate in pairs, and the murmur of conversation fills the air with idle chatter. Students hurry past outside, smiling in the summer sun, living up their last few days of freedom. Generically hip decor teeters on Ikea legs, and brightly colored coffee ads are tastefully plastered on the walls. I'm plastered from my coffee. Caffeine provides a pleasant feeling as the generic world goes by. Music, coffee, morning light.
Wherever you go, whatever you do, Starbucks will stay the same.
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