All the Words in the Alphabet

At the farmers’ market I stopped at the coffee truck. From the order window, a¬†twenty-something man with curly brown hair and bright blue eyes gazed down at me.

“Medium decaf mocha, with no whip,” I said.

He nodded. “Medium non-fat mocha, no whip.”

“Decaf. Decaf mocha,” I said.

He nodded again, looking sage. “Medium non-fat decaf mocha, no whip. All the words in the alphabet.”

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