He lifts the cup; he sucks lightly, then slurps. He smiles, he sighs.
He looks at his wife and says:
"Hon, you make the best darn cup of coffee in the world!"
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See him: Slouching down the stairs; shambling through the hallway; tilting off-balance through the kitchen door; dropping into his chair at the kitchen table, staring blankly.
He lifts the cup; he sucks lightly, then slurps. He smiles, he sighs. He looks at his wife and says: "Hon, you make the best darn cup of coffee in the world!"
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