My kind of cookie

everyone ate sweets

I sipped Tia and Javamy cookie

my kind of cookie

The dinner was cleared away and the desert was served.  I tried, but could not.

I whispered to Marvin, our marvelous waiter and he brought me my desert.  The only real desert for me is not some overly sugared confection, but a crystal glass of amber ambrosia named Tia Maria with a steaming cup of black coffee chaser enhanced by stimulating conversations with an interesting group of people that I am so fortunate to work with.

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