Coca-Cola - 1 Michael Guevara 09-12-07 English Composition...

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1 Michael Guevara 09-12-07 English Composition Coca-Cola The cadaverously cold wind shattered like broken glass on the bottom right side of his soon to be blue cheek. The raven black night was either a sign that it was too late or too early for him to be out and about with his father. Whichever it was, he didn't care, he just wanted to stop waiting in line, and go back home and sleep by the fireplace, which had now probably gone out. His whimpering eyes had screamed loud enough for his father to give even a brief explanation, "Son, can I tell you a secret?". The boy, with a chagrin attitude, nodded his head mechanically. The father carried on, "Today, you will taste the most divine drink ever created, but we cannot tell our friends that we had tasted it, because it is illegal. Do you understand?" the boy, with ambiguous eyes, accepted his father’s terms. An hour had passed and finally, the ancient latch to the steel back door of a bakery had been unlocked and an elderly gentleman handed Tochkov's
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