Coffee HTML version

V.2.0 Found out angelfire had cut off downloading of the ebook because it might spread
viruses. So I compiled 4 new versions (which I had been considering for a while, but
hadn’t gotten to it). This was September 26, 2004
V.2.01 remembered I forgot my e-mail address, so added it and also included the version
history you just read. This is on September 27, 2004
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As of September 26, 2004, I am working on a serial novel. I don’t want to give too many
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Blue smoke swirled in the air, the bitter-sweet smell of coffee danced with
chocolate. Once, long ago, this was the essence of heaven. Now, it is the stench of hell, a
hell of eternal boredom. I knew this, and longed for escape, to be free of my coffee mad
world. Long ago, people from Seattle had drunk all the coffee. Coffee was now scarce,