R.I.P. Me, the Mug That Held Your Coffee
A Tragic Tale of a Well-Loved Commodity
It was just a regular day, just a ordinary mug, holdingchartInstance your coffee. But little did I know, my fate was sealed. I, a mere vessel of warmth and comfort, was destined to hold the scalding hot liquid of doom.
My Final Moments
It started with a careless pour, a careless lift, and a careless drop. And in an instant, I was no more. A victim of gravity, a casualty of carelessness. My shards of ceramic, like shards of your heart, scattered across the kitchen floor.
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