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Coffee

Coffee
When someone says, 'Let's meet for coffee,' what exactly do they mean? Are they asking you to cheat on your wife? As it all starts somewhere, doesn't it? Offering themselves on a plate for you. Or is it innocent? Two friends unwinding after the office. Seeing the world rush by. Look between the lines; hidden agenda? Planning to unhinge the boss and take over. Or any number of drastic dangerous schemes. So when asked for coffee, stop to think. It may save your life.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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