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Last published Fri, Jul 14, 2017
As the day began I woke up I changed for my pink pajamas in to my skirt and button up shirt and tie. I locked up my house and walked to the coffee shop and bought a mint tea or so I thought. I took a sip. It was coffee. I hated coffee. I hated it with a passion. It was bitter and taster horrific unlike tea where you can add any flavor to it and a bit of honey or sugar and it would taste amazing. Unlike coffee... I was suddenly interrupted mid thought. My boss and some girl were fighting in the same elevator as me.
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