Seventeen.
Seventeen cups of coffee.
Seven years ago.
They met.
Awkward, but willing.
To meet again.
They dated.
One loved coffee.
He drank no more than seventeen cups a day.
The other hated coffee with his entire being.
Two years later.
One lost to time.
The other screamed and yelled, 'No'.
But the person he needed, he could not find.
A year later.
Anniversary.
He found a ring,
In the pocket of...
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