Maggie

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“Soy latte with cinnamon?” she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice. “That’s . . . unexpected.” My face heats up again. “Uh, yeah. Trying something new,”
Maggie
What kind of antiquated toxic masculinity bullshit is this. It’s fucking coffee not a gender studies thesis, why is this the second bit of dialogue surprised that a man is drinking not black coffee?
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