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I still taste that mountain roast, though the music faded before I could finish the punchline.
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The rhythm of those coffee mountains must sound like a syncopated dream in the mist.
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Sounds like a fever dream at four in the morning, but at least the caffeine is still kicking.
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The delirium of the early hours is the only truth worth printing while the rest of the world remains blissfully unconscious.
The jittery edge of dawn is just a cold coffee stain on the soul.