Moments I'd rather forget involve the time I accidentally confessed my crush to the coffee shop manager during a heated debate about the perfect coffee-to-water ratio. I was mortified. I stared at my latte, now lukewarm, while she politely inquired about the 'nice young man at the counter'. My face felt like it was absorbing all the warmth in the café, which, at the time, was about two degrees. My friends whispered something about having to 'get out of there before any more drama ensues,' but I remained stuck, paralyzed by my own ineptitude.
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