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| There is no coffee in this cup. We have no coffee. My words — I cannot find my words. I feel my brain cells slowly dying, each death a pinging in my skull. My thoughts are turning grey, withering. It is the cruelest thing I can think of, remembering the taste of coffee yet not being able to turn that memory into real coffee. I took my mug of coffee so much for granted yesterday, as we so often do our privileges in life, until I woke up this morning and there was no coffee. None … For the love of God, please send coffee. |
Words Like Me 