Apparently, I like my coffee cold.
I like coffee.
A latte, to be precise.
Hot.
Freshly made.
Preferably with a little foam on top.
At least that's what I tell myself.
Then I make one.
I take it to the couch.
Or to my desk.
Or somewhere else where I immediately find something to do.
I take a sip.
It's perfect.
Then I forget it exists.
Some time later, I notice the mug again.
The coffee is cold.
I drink it anyway.
This happens almost every day.
Usually more than once a day.
For years, I've been telling myself that I like my coffee hot.
At this point, the evidence suggests otherwise.
Apparently, I like my coffee cold.
I just prefer to make it hot.
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