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Tag Archives: coffee
Oh Coffee, My Coffee
I am the child of two coffee drinkers; my mother was a nurse before she had me and drank coffee by the truckload, and my father is Italian. Enough said. In my childhood house, there was always espresso burbling from … Continue reading
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First Cup of Coffee
Bed11, Day3 – First Cup of Coffee (fiction) The first cup of coffee I had after the accident was the best of my life. The guy who picked me up at the side of the road and brought me to … Continue reading