Marina was taking her brother Ryan to 30th Street and made a sidestop to Wawa, he comes back to the car empty handed and this is their conversation:
"What happened? Where's your coffee, Rye?"
"Fuckin' Wawa. It's their sole purpose to provide the public with coffee and every single pot in there was bone freakin' dry."
"Well, you can get a cup of coffee at the train station."
"No I can't. I'll have two bags of luggage. How am I supposed to butter my biscuit? What, balance my coffee on my head? I'm not putting my luggage down just to have it snatched up by some hobo. This is such bullshit."
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