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Ok, this is it. Coffee for me is now aquiring a special connotation that doesn't have to deal anything with caffeine, American blend, or espresso. Not even to pekaras with nice capuccino. It is becoming a symbol of what I mean to have, a symbol of a pain that slowly enters through my senses, and rests in me. A warm feeling that will fade away and I don't know what to do to keep it there.
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