Bad coffee, bad!

From Cinnebonn. Who says writers can't be petty bastards? I'm only sorry I couldn't put their name in the story. For four days, I had perfect coffee, no matter what time and in what situation, and I come out in the real world only to face this sludge barely an hour after debarking. I was not a happy camper.

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