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There's nothing like a cup of hot coffee first thing in the morning, or first thing in the afternoon, or last thing at night. You say I look a litle shaky? You ought to see me when I don't have my coffee.

Sure, all that java has to be bad for the system, but I didn't get hooked until I was in my forties. I might be in my mid-fifties but I've got the body of a thirty year old caffeine fiend.

Until I met Mary I drank tea. I particularly liked it with sugar and a slice of lemon. I figure haven't increased my caffeine intake, I've cut back on that gut scouring citric acid.

Mary's a coffee drinker, so I have her to thank for my change in habit. Funny thing is, she's British. They're supposed to be tea sippers aren't they? That's an interesting point to ponder. However, the percolator light just went on.

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