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The volume is being turned up
I listen as my mom stumbles out of bed
Into the shower she goes
I hear the switching around from my pup
My eyes open and I roll onto my floor
I crave the coffee I will be getting soon
My mom jumps out of the shower
As she dresses upstairs I wait by the backdoor
Saturday mornings smell like Dunkin coffee
More specifically
A medium caramel iced coffee cream and sugar
The workers know the order just for me
I couldn't live without these Saturdays
I love my mom and I love coffee
I won't get to live like this at college
I wish I was able to call this coffee addiction a phase
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