Beans and Brews

She slid on her blue leather sandals – she needs no winged heels.
He pulled on his mustard yellow waistcoat of victory – none can stand against it.
She cried out “It’s time for coffee!”
He raised his fist defiantly to the heavens – “Give me coffee, or give me death!” he growled.
“Coffee, Coffee” they cried in unison.
She shrilled “When do we want it?”
He screamed the reply “We want it now!”
They are the Fellowship of the Bean … no matter how tough the grind, they will rise to the challenge, they will lift the bowl, they will drink the cup to the very dregs!.
None can impede their journey into the gloom of the depths of the the darkest cafe.
Nothing will delay their urgent progress.
Neither flood nor fire, hail nor rain can slow these two in their heroic brew quest.
… … … but first they will pick up the dry cleaning.

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