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The thing about immortality is that it works differently for everyone. Some reincarnate again and again over the ages, remembering only shadows of who they used to be. Thinking and feeling things that make no sense to them, acting on the impulses of whatever poor dead sap they used to be. I don't feel too sorry for them. I've got it worse. After all, it's no fun being fifteen for thousands of years.

I shake my head and push the cafe door open. A bell tinkles in welcome. I've spent too long moping and angsting as it is. Screw you, teen hormones. You shan't win this time.

Besides, there's no use dwelling on it. It's not like I could end it all even if I wanted to. And there's plenty of good things about living forever. Things like sitting in a cozy cafe on a cold January morning. Sipping a perfect chai latte, equal parts sweet and spicy. The Yelp tells me this place makes the best, and it has never yet given me reason to doubt its counsel.

"One chai latte, please."

The owner looks at me the way most people look at slugs. His hands clench by his sides, so tight his fists shake and his knuckles turn a strange yellow-white.

I raise an eyebrow.

"One chai latte," he echoes. His lips contort into a bloodless smile. "Coming right up."

I shrug and set my bags down. Well, the Yelp never did say anything about customer service.

The owner came back with gritted teeth. He marched up to me, chai latte held in front of him like a sword. His eyes bulged madly out of his face. Without another word, he threw the hot chai latte in my face.

"Sorry, miss," he hissed. "I don't know what came over me."

I did. I climbed to my feet and trudged out of the cafe, back into the blistering winds of January. When you've lived long enough, every damn fool you run into is the reincarnation of an enemy.