Gina
You buy me coffee all too often,
Though, I suppose, I forget my wallet all too often
All too often I feel passive in my life!
Today I went home and got my wallet so you wouldn’t buy me coffee.
I love you and your kindness but this is no way for a girl like me to behave.
I have agency!
Still, with my wallet in hand and a big, fat, ten-dollar bill as its contents, you still prove your kindness.
And for the record, the coffee you buy me is always the best!
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