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Feb 2018
I knew a boy who liked to drink his coffee black.

Sugar, no there was no time for that.

His eyes were deep brown and for a moment, while the steam from his yellow mug twirled in his eyelashes, I got lost in those big brown eyes.

I knew a boy who likes to drink his coffee black.
Kaeli Hearn
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   Angie Marcano
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