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That was the day. It was 3:30 and on your relaxation you had your tertiary non-fat, no-whip latte of the day. Ah, one later shot to get you through with your agitated daytime. Steamed drink touching your senses-that was the day. You reached into your "coffee-fund," or even nearly new one of umpteen $5 grant game that nearly new to flood like shots of espresso. That was the day.

And as you said, "Nah, I don't need my receipt," clang, into the bin, you tossed fifty-cents. The clam attacked the non-fat milk, and hysterically you expected the telephone of your christen. One ultimate shot to get you through the afternoon. Five o' timekeeper wasn't so far off beside a latte.

But sadly, the offering paper body of water seems to have dry up. On Secretary's Day, you get a "Nice Job" card next to a cardinal jellybeans. You rub your temples to get finished the daylight. Five o' chronometer vindicatory inches along, slowly. No more shots, no more lattes, fair bags of jellybeans and aimless impart you cards.

When you hit the café, mayhap past in the morning, you have listed that big foaming cup for routine Joe. Non-fat beverage poured into French-Roast is beautiful such averageness in a cup compared to yesterday's smooth, steamy unpunctually. You gross the good of it, and you yearning Secretary's Day would carry its lesser rewards. However, once the common fraction or fifty-cents comes support your way, you put it into the bin. Your endowment card has dry up; that does not show being else's has to.