COCKROACHES MUST NEED CAFFEINE TOO? 😀 THIS STORY GOT MY ATTENTION!
The coffee pot is dripping gleefully as the sounds and smells of fresh brewed coffee meander from the kitchen to her living room. The ‘night’ outside disguises the truth – it is 7 o’clock in the morning. The sun has been absent visibly for days. Shantoozie’s only brightness in these dull days of night (aka winter) is her extra large fake Starbucks mug used for the soul sacred purpose of preparing and drinking her coffee.
She knows the sound of the end of the brewing process by heart. The machine spurts, gurgles like it just downed a vat of mouthwash and brought it back up again (forgive the imagery); but it does sound like someone gurgling with an uncomfortably large portion of mouthwash. However, I digress from the story, dear reader.
Yes, so the coffee has finished its march from the water to the ground…
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