I gazed into the beautiful flower on top of my coffee and it felt like a crime to sip it. It would have been a bigger crime had I just sat and admired this beautiful creation until it cooled. I took another look at its perfection: one more coffee-power-packed inhalation, exhale satiety, pick up the cup in anticipated joy, sip, bask, repeat.
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