After turning on her own kitchen lights, she made straight for the coffee machine and watched with patient glee as the blackbrown liquid percolated through the filter and dripped into her waiting cup.
Jill & The Frozen Turkey
Stephen M. Tomic

You’ve been spying on me in the mornings Stephen? :-))

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