This morning, I got out of bed and made a pot of coffee. The coffee always tastes best when I make it. While the coffee brewed, I drew the white curtains and opened the old windows, smiled at the sunshine and said hello to the cool morning breeze. Soon, I would sit down on my orange couch with a cup of delicious coffee and turn on the computer. I was working from home.
Ah, working from home.
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