She swears she can feel the coffee stain her teeth by smell alone. Her front teeth chatter amongst themselves united but resigned to inevitable decay. She raises her cup to her mouth, jerks back and hisses. Way too hot for her and a small victory for her pearly whites. A sigh squeezes through her nose, taking the burnt wetness her teeth just narrowly missed. They're late again.
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