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She sat at the table, staring at the black coffee in a mug in her hand. It had been a while she had taken a sip, one sip. She liked it bitter. She smiled, a smile that appeared as a cross between a wincing face and a happy face. A song played in her mind. A song that made her happy. But she could not bring herself to surrender completely to happiness.
…….black coffee, no sugar, no cream………… (more…)
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