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Coffee Eyes

Every morning I wake up, I hope to find Nirvana at the bottom of my coffee cup. The only problem is when I see the white floor peeking through the sea of brown, I realized I forgot to pay my student loans.

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gabriel-bermingham

American

Published: Apr 17, 2012
LinesWords: 542

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