Coffee Cups and Lactaid Lattes
It was a summer of lattes. Every morning I woke at the crack of dawn, donned black pants and a green apron and drove in
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It was a summer of lattes. Every morning I woke at the crack of dawn, donned black pants and a green apron and drove in
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