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7 AM

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You know the feeling, groggy, cranky, lacking caffeine and food. You push open the door to the local coffee dispensary and wait while the young shiny-pressed career personĀ  in front of you orders some mocha-latte-Americano-expresso thing.

“Large coffee, black, no room for cream and one of those greasy sugar crusted doughnut things please.”

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