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❛❛__ A cup of coffee shared with a friend is happiness tasted and time well spent. __❜❜

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_______________ ___ Hey there! Call me Brie please.

_______________✿___ Can't you tell? I'm obviously a Female. I don’t have THAT short of hair...

_______________✿___ Ah ha ha... Yes, I just so happen to be straight. Sorry girls!!

_______________✿___ You've likely seen me around; afterall, I'm the owner of the Cafe!

_______________✿___ My age? Don't know why you really care, but I'm 22.

_______________✿___ The best time of the year? Well of course it would be Winter 10th. Ha-ha winter.

_______________✿___ Oh! How could I forget one of the most important things? I live in Raynebow Valley
_______________✿___ Promise you won't egg me or play ding-dong ditch? In that case, I live in House # 10

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_______________✿___ Come here, come close! I have a story to be told!

Back when he was alive, my Pa and I lived together in the house that I live in now. Just me and him. My mother had died in child birth. I don’t blame myself for that. When I was younger I did, but then my Pa told me about how fair and brittle she was (like me) and I realized that her last gift to the world was me, and the only thing I could do now was make her gift count to the world. I worked very hard in school. EXTREMELY hard. My hair started falling out from stress, but then I cooled it down a bit. I almost became a doctor. I wanted to help the world as much as possible because I felt that was the only way that I could make my mother's "Gift" count to the world. Then I realized that I couldn’t become a doctor. Human blood made me faint. My Pa cut his finger off in the kitchen one day while cutting the carrots for supper and I passed out while calling 911. When I awoke, my father and I were in the same hospital room together. After that I decided on becoming a teacher. Being a teacher, I could at least teach children how to become good people. I'd still have my inpu tin the world!
When I was about 17, I went and worked for my Pa part time at the Cafe he owned. It seemed like there was nothing he wouldn’t make me do, except make the actually coffee. I was horrible at it! He had a signature brew that I couldn’t quite get to taste the way he made it. I liked that. Not that I didn’t want to make the coffee, I did, I liked that he used to bug me to try harder and that I’d get it someday. That he used to stay up all night with me watching me try to make it right. I used to think that there was some special ingredient he added that he wasn’t telling me. Turns out, I was right on the ball. He had gotten very sick when I was almost 19 and was so weak he couldn’t even lift a coffee pot. Finally, one day when he was feeling a little better he motioned me to come closer. I still remember his exact words “Briebean, it looks like your old pop isn’t gonna be on this Earth for very much longer. Don’t worry, I’ve come to peace with it, but before I die, I want you to know you were the best daughter a man could ask for. Your mother would be so proud of you.” He the closed his eyes and stuck out his hand which had a piece of paper in it. I picked it out of his hand which had the ingredient I was missing. All these years, and I couldn’t have cared less about the ingredient. I would have (and still would) give that ingredient up to the highest bidder for my Pa not to die. Unfortunately, two days later he died peacefully in his sleep. I was glad he went that way. In his will, he had given me everything. I wish that I had had a sibling that I could have shared it with. It seemed like such a big responsibility at 19, but after the first year, everything was looking up.

_______________✿___ Er... Well, I'm not sure how you would describe my personality. I'll do my best though!

Well, I guess you could say that I’m a pretty nice person. I’m usually quite nice, and I would never say anything mean about anyone. Its how I was raised I guess. I’m not a very hateful person. I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone. I have disliked some people, but hate is altogether a different meaning to dislike. I can be pretty quiet sometimes, but it’s always a polite quiet. I never pout. Pouting is one of the most annoying thing someone can do. I can get pretty cross when people pout, even though I’m not an angry kind of person either. Pa always told me “It takes more muscles to frown than to smile” so I try not to frown too much. That reminds me, I will say what's on my mind and I can actually be kind of flirty. I’m not exactly a party animal or anything but I really love to dance and have fun. Life would be so boring if there was no fun in it!! That’s also not to say that I don’t know how to buckle down and get to work when I need to. I guess I’m full of different attributes.

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_______________✿___ Do I look fat? The last time I checked the scale, I was 95 lbs.

_______________✿___ Place me next to a ruler, and it will say I'm 5 feet tall!

_______________✿___ What else have I done to myself? I have my ears pierced. That is all!

_______________✿___ You want to get on my good side? Easy! Give me these! Flowers, music, dresses with sneakers, and coffee!!

_______________✿___ But blegh; I'd rather not recieve any of these... insects, super loud people and plates breaking.

_______________✿___ Shh, shh! Don't tell anyone! I'm truly afraid of Losing the Cafe.

_______________✿___ When you get to know someone, you should know their favourite colour, right? Mine just so happens to beBlue.

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