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Whenever I wanted to escape my life I dreamed about running away and becoming a bar tender. I’m old now and have altered the fantasy to becoming a barista. I love *being* a regular and would adore it if I had my own regulars.

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You're sooooo far from being an average bear. Trust me.

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something about positive interactions with strangers feels so good.

the serendipity of running into the same strangers during a routine is irreplaceable.

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