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Coffee

My coffee maker died.

On the same day that my car wouldn’t start.

This could have been a tragedy.

But my mother taught me some useful household skills.

I don’t need no stinkin’ coffee maker.

I made a pot of coffee on the stovetop.

And then called a tow truck.

No lives were lost.

Because coffee.

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