She silently chuckled to herself at that thought. The coffee cup perched precariously—oh excuse her—artistically, according to this wanna be David Bailey, wobbled. Yet more beans disappeared into her nether regions.
Why this ought to sell coffee was beyond her.
She’d never drink the stuff again.
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