Cold Coffee

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2026-06-06 11:46:58 -

Cold Coffee

The coffee at Dawn was always the same: slightly burnt, slightly weak, and served in a chipped white mug that had once belonged to someone who cared about their mornings. I liked it that way. Predictable. Honest in its mediocrity. My name is Frank Miller. I am forty-five years old. I used to drive a truck for Midwestern Freight, and then the plant closed, and then my wife left, and then I lost...

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