Thankful for Coffee
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Today I was able to hang out the Golden Hill coffee shop at the diner. My son, Braden had once called it as the "greasy spoon" once. Of course, it was OK, nice people not really dirty. Nice OK. I made not to make so that he wouldn't hear me to say on my writings.

Great coffee. I only had four dollars, I let hear know what she could help me could give to do this. I didn't ask her what she could gave me. I told her what she get to me. I didn't know it might have given to me....I thought maybe it was a donut...she said it was a donut, what was it was? A sticky bun? Didn't tell me what it was to hear me. It was a biscuit, fresh! Butter, warm, jam...not bad. I need to ask next time. First time since I had a problem making sure I will have this. Waitress, just gave me the problem for me, he didn't I really solved me to help.

I've had it for crappy coffee from 7/11 for a days. The great coffee at the hospital, for four days of the rest of the hospital. The food at the hospital of the rubber food. The coffee was great. Two cups for every meal was to save my life at the hospital. Pancake and greasy bacon wasn't amazing for somebody that was supposed to be part of their way to die. I guess it's ok for them to die for dieticians. The two cups every meal was excellent for me. I add everything you gave me, spinach, zucchini, grey-looking meat, might could have been turkey, or not really for sure what you got. I ate it everything. Good or for bad. It's good for to help me when you nothing when you're to eat. I could have been dead, so I'm thankful to eat, or see what ever day what could happened.

Coffee for the that or for a bisquit. Thank you for all we get and all the begin of the sun all of us.