“I need coffee.”
I miss being that person who says that. And then gets the coffee, imbibes and becomes a perky cheerleader for five minutes. Wired then tired. I remember those days when I cherished a good cup of Joe—when it used to be pure Joe. For a while I went through a cream and sugar phase. But the lactose intolerance was rude, and the sugar was a c…
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