I remember my first ever coffee. I was 13 and my parents had gone to church, I decided to stay home and clean the whole house instead of go to church, or as I fondly called it, the place where fun goes to die. The very fact that I willingly stayed home knowing I had to clean the house from top to toe while they were gone says it all. They were nice, those church people, but no kid my age wants to sing music from 1 year ago let alone 100, or sit and listen to someone talk about some jibber jabber I haven't had to worry about yet in my whole 13 years of existence, for an hour of my life I was never going to get back. I wasn't allowed to have coffee yet so I decided while my parents weren't home I was going to be naughty, boil the kettle and make one for myself to try so I treated the granulated coffee like chocolate powder - two teaspoons right? No, better make that three. My step dad liked one, but I was somehow sure I needed three. My step dad liked one sugar, but I was g
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