Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

to go with it,” she said.

I handed her a five-dollar bill from my wallet, telling her to keep the change, and took my first sip right there on the porch.

The warmth of the ceramic seeped through my palm, and the taste was exactly as I had remembered it, rich and slightly bitter, without any of the chicory aftertaste.

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