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The Last Cup of Coffee

And she’d asked me to make her a cup of coffee, and I’d oblige.

And as I poured the boiling water, I’d think to myself, “this could be the last time I’m doing this.”

Eventually, enough times passed to ensure that the actual time it was the last was lost in the sea of could bes.

My grandma loved coffee.

And so did I.

Categories: Personal

Donn Lee

I love to read and write. Professionally, data science, technology, and sales ops are my thing. In my non-professional life, I aspire quite simply to be a good person, and encourage others to do the same. For those who care, I test as INFJ/INTJ (55/45?) in the MBTI.

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