I Don't Do Coffee

    
 Rounding the corner, bleary eyed, Amanda made a beeline for the coffee pot.  

Damn! Bone dry! Why?  

     In melt down mode, she whirled around to demand an explanation to the unthinkable and spied the new receptionist, Chrissy, 
sipping a Mountain Dew,
 oblivious. 

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Yes!

  

     I awoke to teasing aromas tickling my nostrils, beckoning.   Tantalizing sweetness lured me from my warm bed.  As if possessed, I went.  Salivating I could almost taste heavenly bliss, my stomach growling in anticipation.   Pure temptation found, my heart raced.   Should I?

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