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Oct 2014
You were nobody's regular Starbucks.
Not ridiculously expensive for some ****** fancy named coffee.
You were more like a vintage Italian expresso.
And I would search every corner of the world for you.
If it meant I could have one last sip.
You're not a ****** cup of coffee. That I am sure of.
Ruthie
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Ruthie  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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