The coffee shop lay at the end of the street. But there was only one problem — the street was just pure evil. The last time I walked through it a broken branch had nearly killed me. But today my desire to live was in direct conflict with the sudden irrational craving for the well-crafted hazelnut cappuccino I’d get at the cafe.
The Bad Street
The Bad Street
The Bad Street
The coffee shop lay at the end of the street. But there was only one problem — the street was just pure evil. The last time I walked through it a broken branch had nearly killed me. But today my desire to live was in direct conflict with the sudden irrational craving for the well-crafted hazelnut cappuccino I’d get at the cafe.