Me, in the kitchen, with the coffee pot, my favorite cup and some joe ready to pour. Work, yes; cost, priceless. Starbucks ram-alam-a-ding-dong? Who cares? Her on my arm after ordering that? Uh-uh. Nebba happen.
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