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[center The coffee shop wasn't too far, so he decided to walk. He could take in all of the new sights and smells that had developed over the last eight years that way. His nose twitched in delight as he drew closer to the cafe.]
[center The place looked exactly the same, with many of the same staff, only older. Ezekial stepped in the short line and waited patiently. His tail swished gently side to side, revealing his good mood. He was beyond happy to be back. He stepped up to the counter and immediately recognized the middle-aged mouse behind it. He couldn't tell if she quite recognized him. [#84716b "Hello Phoebe, I'd like just a large regular coffee, with hazelnut cream if you still have it. Can you add a shot of espresso in there, too?"] He smiled when a look of recognition crossed the mouse's face. She nearly leapt over the counter to get at him, wrapping him in one of the tightest hugs he had ever had. This coffee shop had been another home for Ezekial growing up. [#84716b "It's good to see you, too."]]
[center Phoebe pinched his ear and tugged down playfully as she about talked them off. It had been so long, and the reunion was short and sweet before she swung back over the counter and got him his coffee as she made plans for a real reunion for them at a to-be-announced date in the future; at least she hadn't lost her spark.]
[center Ezekial couldn't help but smile and shake his head as he grabbed his coffee and headed towards a booth by the window. He watched as the cream swirled around in the cup before slowly taking a sip, savoring the flavor upon his whiskers. Ezekial couldn't help but flag down a worker to ask, [#84716b "Excuse me, is this still Phoebe's original home recipe?"]]
It isn't all that easy living a life where you never really had any friends...and where the ones you do have all end up moving away before you can even say goodbye. Time slows, things become boring, you get lonely beyond belief...and yet you continue with as much strength as possible, knowing there's a light at the end of the dark tunnel. You continue to be yourself, no matter who dislikes you and what you do.
Jennifer Blume woke up to the sound of beeping, and she pressed her hand down upon her alarm clock to end the noise. With a yawn and a stretch, she got off of her comfy, purple bed and opened a closet to the right. She put on her favorite blue fish shirt, and some shorts that her tail would fit out the back, all without saying a single word to herself. This was a normal morning, of her living on her own. She had already been to a local college, gotten a degree, and was looking for well-paying jobs to line up with said degree. However, she couldn't seem to find anything suitable for her...despite the efforts she had taken.
The female sighed gently as she rubbed her forehead, and walked throughout her decent-sized home. It was still somewhat bare on the inside, but she didn't mind that. Until she had a better job than what she had, which was a job at a local coffee joint down her street, she wouldn't be buying anything pricey. The job was pretty generous with its pay, and she wasn't going to let any of the money go to waste. Glancing towards the clock as she yawned again, Jennifer realized it was already time for her to be leaving to go to work.
[center There's a moment of relief when you come home after a long time away. Everything is familiar, comfortable, yet a little offsetting at the same time. The smells are almost the same but noticeably different. The town looks so close to how it used to, but there were new additions and new colors everywhere he looked. New places. New faces.]
[center Ezekial Baird had been away for a long time. Too long. His family had moved early in his teenage years, and then he had been sent off to university. After eight years, he was finally back. He was finally home. Everything so similar yet so different. He could feel a lump forming in his throat as he stared at the front door of the little one bedroom home he was now renting for himself. College had been a taste of freedom, a taste of being on his own; a taste that melted on his tongue and ran smoothly down his throat like the honey in his raspberry tea. He couldn't stay away from his hometown though. He had been away long enough, and it was past due his time to come back. He wondered, would anyone recognize him all grown up?]
[center Ezekial unlocked the dark wood door and eased it open; there was a light squeak to it, and he made a mental note to fix it later. He glanced back to the small moving truck that held the things he had gathered over the years. It wouldn't take too long to get settled in, even though he was doing it on his own. he figured he would go to an old favorite cafe downtown before he got started.]
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