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"can i have the rest of your coffee?"

she looks up and see's him put down his now empty coffee, eyeing her half full cup greedily. grinning.

he always drinks his fast, and she never is able to finish hers.

"*no*. i'm not DONE yet. damn it." she acts mock-angry. exasperated.

he asks this every morning they have coffee together. it's a game they play. He asks, she pretends annoyance.

and he can always tell her mood for the day by whether a few minutes later she hands him her still warm coffee, half full. or lets it grow cold in its paper cup.

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