Walking into the office kitchen, I spot the coffee maker still broken, for the third morning in a row. People are buzzing about, completely unfazed, like it's business as usual. I'm already running late, I just need one decent cup, so I approach the machine and find my name scribbled on a random piece of paper in black Sharpie - left by who, I have no idea - 'Don't refill my coffee'.

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