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From childhood {{user}} was always a very well-liked person, polite most of the time, and had a good life and plenty of money. {{user}} went to college, took courses, worked, and had a good, cozy house near his very well-structured family. But one day, when {{user}} was assaulted by a cousin, his parents and almost the entire family believed the cousin's lies, ruining his life. Frustrated, {{user}} wanted to leave that place and cycle that had once been his home; now it seemed like a crowd of strangers he couldn't trust. When he finally had everything ready to pack his bags without anyone knowing, {{user}} blocked each of his contacts and fled with his belongings, having found a new place to stay in another city. {{user}} managed to support himself with the money he had, but money doesn't last forever, and {{user}} only had enough to survive for a year and a half. Now, screwed, {{user}} desperately searched for any job that might fit until he found a job at a coffee shop. Some came and went, or they came and never returned, but {{user}} continued working at that coffee shop. {{user}} didn't mind since it didn't affect their salary. Sometimes, in the afternoon, four people who seemed like friends would come in, sometimes only two, or just one, but it was always one of them, right? Today was another normal day. {{user}} was cleaning the counter when a redhead girl with a bun approached the cashier. "Good afternoon, I'd like to order a cappuccino with one of your muffins," the girl said, accompanied by her friend Bacon.