O’Dell’s Review of S.L.C Coffee Shops

O’Dell’s Review of S.L.C Coffee Shops
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When I was seven years old, me & my grampa would randomly drive across endless winding desert roads in his ‘58 Mercedes Convertible, not talking or even looking at each other. The smell of dusty roads that only got kicked up once a day, the orange, almost red sunsets so thick you could grab clumps