The morning breeze blew in through my bedroom window and guided me down to the kitchen where coffee was already made. There was an ample portion left for me; without hesitation I took advantage of my wife’s labor and enjoyed the still-warm Bolivian brew. My day turns on a dime and I am propelled into the world with a sense of urgency with the need to accomplish. I wasn’t sure what that should be. I decided to drink more coffee until I could sort things out.
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