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| When I die and go to the hell I richly deserve, it will be a giant Starbucks full of blond-dreadlocked backpackers and painfully self-absorbed hipsters, up-dating their blogs on their MacBooks... | |
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| ...sipping pumpkin spiced lattes and caramel machiatos, with Radiohead on constant loop in the background, and the witty customer-abusing banter of the baristas... | |
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| ...for whom this will be heaven - a reward for continuing to believe that being a Starbuck's barista is an actual career - audible for ever and ever. | |
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| You just pissed off half of our target market. | |
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