When I got up this morning, there was a pot of hot coffee ready. That’s all. End of story.
Oh, except for the part about how I live alone. And I did not make that coffee. Continue reading
A Spooky Story
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Lynda Smith Hoggan
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When I got up this morning, there was a pot of hot coffee ready. That’s all. End of story.
Oh, except for the part about how I live alone. And I did not make that coffee. Continue reading
Lynda Smith Hoggan 