Whether it is a warm gun or a warm mug,
I am sure it is in my own grip now
Yes, Folks
Apparently, my felicidad is that simple
Just 6 ounces of coffee in a certain blue mug
. . . .
But it must be from the only mountain I would probably climb
Pipe down.. It had been more than two years since I brewed a cup of Jamaica coffee myself because it is quite rare and local roasters don't sell the beans. Yesterweek, a friend brought me a 243 grams of it. I won't claim that it's the best coffee in the world. But subjectively, it's my favourite. The smell is pleasantly nostalgic.
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