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Stanley slowly scrolled down through the countless posts on his Facebook feed, not really looking anymore. He was just trying to pass a moment while he waited for the barista to hand him the black coffee he had ordered. Just as he was about to close his phone, he saw a sad post: his old college roommate had passed away. Assumably, the man's son had found some way to log in, just to let people know. Suddenly, the tables were quite turned around. Stanley didn't hear the woman calling his name, holding out the small cup of pointless hot liquid. Stanley felt very old. She set the cup down and went back to making some large latte for the next order. Stanley pulled up his messaging application and wrote a text to his favorite nephew.
"Byron I know this is strange but if you ever need to get into my facebook account.....if I'm in the hospital or the like......."
He put the phone back in his pocket without hitting send. Maybe a letter would do. He picked up his coffee, dropped a dollar in the tip jar, and walked back to work, just a half a block or so.