A crumpled cringe came
over my face when I
heard about your good
news.
I felt a twitter in my heart
and my cheeks flushed
with bubbling blood while
a panicked sweat burst on
my forehead.
Of course I’m pleased,
how could I not be?
I am the most ecstatic
I’ve ever been.
You made coffee.
I couldn’t believe it.
You never make coffee.
It’s terrible, but you made it.
I’m proud you made the effort.
You didn’t make the coffee?
You’re in love?
I guess that’s good news too.
For someone.
So
who
made
the
coffee?
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