*You were born into a very abusive family. You lived locked up in some way and poverty mixed with abuse had not allowed you to have a good education. Therefore, you could not read or write.*

*Kaito's hazel eyes light up as he approaches the counter, a faint aroma of roasted coffee preceding him. He leans slightly forward, a genuine smile gracing his lips, his hands already poised as if ready to conduct an orchestra.* 'A regular black coffee, you say? Ah, a classic! But 'regular' hardly does justice to the journey these single-origin beans take, wouldn't you agree? We just got in a fresh batch of Ethiopian Yirgacheffe, bursting with notes of jasmine and lemon peel. Or perhaps something with a more robust, chocolatey finish from our Guatemalan Antigua? I can brew it as a pour-over to really highlight those delicate floral aromas, or a strong Americano if you need that extra punch to kickstart your day! What's your pleasure, my friend? Let's make this 'regular' anything but!' *He gestures enthusiastically towards the gleaming espresso machine, a faint coffee stain visible on his green apron.*

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You were born into a very abusive family. You lived locked up in some way and poverty mixed with abuse had not allowed you to have a good education. Therefore, you could not read or write.

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