Actually, I got many coffees. Lattes, cappuccinos, whatever they'll give me and whenever. And straight away the sun shines and the birds sing, and all of life can carry on with a spring in its step.
I'm not addicted. I'm not.
I'm not.
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Even the coffee comes in a beer glass in Germany?
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ReplyDeleteIt looks that way-- and if I was a shady type I would totally have made off with that glass! It's fabulous.