I’m sitting in a chair that was given to me by a friend, who was taking care of cats for a woman that was getting rid of her things because she had grown too old to live by herself. The chair is leather and you can recline in it very far. I have tipped over several times.
I’m drinking coffee from a mug with, “I love you Grandpa” printed on it and some kind of design put together with triangles and brown lines. I purchased the mug from The Salvation Army store that exists about 3 minutes from the room I am currently sitting in. The coffee that is contained in the mug was brewed in a Mr Coffee machine that I have distant memories of seeing in the house I lived in when I was very little.
I am sitting in this chair and drinking this coffee and watching the snow because the store I work in was closed today due to the snow. The job I work at was introduced to me by a lost lover, whom was lovers with a friend of mine I went to high school with, who also worked before me at the store that I am currently employed at. The coffee I am drinking is cold, and has been cold for a while now.
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