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As I sip on my Coffee Which is ever so Thin, I'm reminded why I Buy From the privately Owned Local joint which has Been In town for Decades. It's appropriately Named Coffee Heaven; And I remain a loyal Customer, Save for when I'm feeling Like A fat piece of **** who Doesn't Feel like getting out of the Car. Drive-throughs are the Killers Of Small Business.
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Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 11:45 PM UTC
This Coffee Tastes Like a Little *****
As I sip on my Coffee Which is ever so Thin, I'm reminded why I Buy From the privately Owned Local joint which has Been In town for Decades. It's appropriately Named Coffee Heaven; And I remain a loyal Customer, Save for when I'm feeling Like A fat piece of **** who Doesn't Feel like getting out of the Car. Drive-throughs are the Killers Of Small Business.
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Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 11:45 PM UTC
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