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The Mist

It was misting outside today during my lunch break, so I headed myself over to a nearby coffee shop, instead of the pier, to camp out with my book. Good music, nice smells, coffee in my hand, bustling people, city streets. I found myself in a magical place that I hadn’t been to in a long time. I suddenly felt very peaceful and a wave of happiness rushed over me. What is it about coffee shops? There’s no other place like them. Not all of them have this magical quality, of course, but once you find one… They just have this aura about them, like getting a hug from someone you haven’t seen in a long time.

Aww the power of coffee and books! Cheers!

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  1. When I went back for a high school reunion I bumped into an old classmate. He was a tall, handsome retired veterinarian turned farmer. Quite impressed with him I accepted his invitation to breakfast before catching my flight home. He asked for water and said he did not like coffee. Couldn’t stand the smell of it. All of a sudden he no longer seemed attractive to me.

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