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“Splash of cream and a spoonful of sugar, please,” she politely managed to stammer. Moreover, literally the worst order in history if you insist on it with a lisp like she just did. Bit of a spitter, too. “I’m autistic,” she added. “Woe is me, nobody cares…”

“Cute,” the cashier cooed. “What you are is a lovely little bunny, jumping around in the snow… What’s your name, honey?”

“My friends and enemies all call me Jinxy. Though I don’t have many enemies, I guess, nor friends. But yeah, everybody calls me that.”

“Well, your coffee will be right out… Next!”

“Notice something in the mug there? No, look closer. A black dab, sort of stain on the inner lip,” my boyfriend coos, who is also super cute.

“Chocolate?” I ask him.

“To me it reeks of witchcraft. Poison. She must've spiked it. Give you the liquid shits it will… There’s a dog in all of us… Sip at your own risk, and only if you wouldn’t mind going absolute bonkers to tame that selfsame raging beast inside you… In the center of the labyrinth is where the seven-headed serpent sleeping lays curled, and awaits…”