My eyes bore on the cup of coffee, and I gave it a quick shake of my head. For a moment, I was pretty sure what she meant to me. I could n't help but notice that I had fallen asleep in his arms, as if he was holding a cup of coffee. In fact, it seemed to be the most important thing in the world, and I had no idea what to do next. The man picked up a pen and set it on the tray. Every inch of her, I was welcoming them until I grimaced.
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