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I carry it like a well admired handbag. My coffee has become an expensive, temporary, disposable clutch that accompanies me through my day.  Like a small, over-priced handbag with a designer label, my signature cup whispers you deserve this indulgence.

Some days I pretend it isn’t a treat, it is functional.  The coffee induced energy boost helps me get more done.  Other days, I use medicinal claims; it eases a headache.  Sure, I rocket through errands and house cleaning propelled by caffeine and, most of the time, coffee dulls my headaches.  I know, it is something more.

I am in a love affair with an experience.  I like the familiarity of my coffee shop, the playful banter with my barista, the rich flavor of my treat, and the signature cup that I wear like a clutch.

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