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Coffee, Black
He drank it black, which I noticed, and which I have thought about more than I would like to admit to anyone including myself.
Eleven days in a row. Same table if he got there first, the other one if I did, and neither of us ever said a word about the arrangement because saying it would have made it a thing, and a thing can be ended.
Keep your place, and listen
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