Some things you should never do

It was raining. Not the pouring down kind of rain that washes seeds out of the ground, but the soft rain of May.

It was early, and the coffee had just been made.

So I rolled out of my warm, comfortable bed and put on my old bedroom slippers to venture downstairs.

There’s nothing like that first cup of coffee.

Someone else who lives here had already gotten their first cup and was

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