Coffee
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Coffee
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You know that feeling?
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That feeling you get when your friend just finishes his cup of coffee while sitting at your
kitchen counter?
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He shifts on his stool in front of you, and?takes a breath?
and you ask,
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?You want some more? Some coffee??
and you wait?
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for another second?
but the time seems to stretch for a minute and then another minute and your head fills up.
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What if he says, ?No.?
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You will then have to take a shower and get ready for the day?
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Find the unwrinkled brown corduroys?they are the only pants that fit because you had too much of your mom?s cheesecake last week; dig out matching socks; find both pads for your bra, search through the closet for the thick brown sweater, and brush your teeth which will remind you to clean the green toothpaste off the faucet handle that your three year old spit on two days ago.
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And, oh yeah, you forgot to plug your phone in?the charge is low?so you have to remember to plug it into the car connection?so you can talk all day?
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to everyone.
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You left the letters on the car seat without stamps?so you have to get the stamps at the post office and there better not be a line because you don?t have time to stand in that long line with all the people picking their nose, rolling their eyes, and shifting their hips waiting and waiting and waiting in front of you.
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But instead?
he says,
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?Yes. Yes, I?d like some more. Fill it to the top.?
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You breathe again. Take the top off the coffee pot and pour.
Pour until the brown liquid just licks the top of his cup.
?You want some more?
?Cream too???
right??
