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Sep 2013
I wake up not in my house but hers and the coffee is made
I have almost everyday five cups of coffee
The bitter taste wakes me
I am reborn
I start my third cup and she says "stop drinking so much
No wonder you have headaches
You’re ******* dehydrated
Drink more water"
She drinks a liter of water a day
I drink a liter of coffee a day
and i love it. . . love it too much
coffee
John Beetle
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John Beetle  London On
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