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It's winter; people are wrapped up in scarves and mittens and hats, and their coats hang on their slumped, limp shoulders. The wind occasionally makes a bitter appearance, cutting through skin and bone and heart and soul. Thankfully it's always short-lived. There is also a coffee shop. Situated in the town square, it fits the stereotype. Large glass panes on the front are decorated with snowflake decals and inviting “limited-edition” beverages. Middle-class customers recline in the couches and armchairs that litter the shop floor, conversing lightly, smugly watching the public braving the cold from their warm haven. One such cou