It is a nice Sunday afternoon. She just had coffee and dough nuts.
She woke up that morning wrapped only in her old rose blanket. And he was lying there on the other side of the bed.
She took a bath; a steamy one, a relaxing one. Then she went to the kitchen to brew some dried Coffee Arabica. She did it without the knowledge that it is her last.
*to be continued
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