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I’ve told my boyfriend he has one free get-out-of-jail card, so to speak, in our relationship.
That’s because he gave me coffee.
Not that coffee hasn’t been around all my life. Even as a very young child, I remember waking up on weekdays to the signature scents of my father getting ready for work: fresh-brewed coffee and freshly applied shoe polish.
While I found the aroma of coffee intoxicating, I could never stomach the stuff.
It inevitably left me with a tummy ache.
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