Eighty miles outside of Indianapolis on my way back to Cincinnati from Marion, I stop nearly every Sunday at this Starbucks in Shelbyville for a venti black iced-tea. It gives me something to look forward to and powers me through the rest of the drive.
Every time I'm there, I wonder if I'll run into anyone I used to know. I won't, but it's nice to think I might.
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