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The thick ceramic red mug, the one that felt empty in her hand, and even heavier when full, was quickly procured from the drying rack next to the sink. The mug was her personal favorite, and was the first birthday present she got from Jessica. Actually, now that she reflected on it, it has been the only birthday present she got from Jessica. Although that is to be expected when you have been dating someone for less than a year. With its deep brighter than burgundy shade, and a small black square that simply red “Foxy Baby” with a cartoon picture of a fox pup curled up beneath it, Hailey used the mug at least every other day to help fuel her burgeoning caffeine addiction. She placed the mug on the machines little platform and closed its lid with a little pop as the needle punctured the little coffee pod. She selected the size she wanted (the largest possible with the strongest taste and caffeine content, if that wasn’t painfully obvious) and turned around to lean against the counter. The knot she had tied in the front of her robe had loosened throughout her journey from the bedroom to the kitchen, and left her naval and a thin strip of skin extending from the knot to her throat exposed to the cold kitchen air. She made no motion to fix the robe, but also no motion to expose more of her skin. She waited in a self-imposed limbo too see if a draft would make the decision for her. Several moments went by, and her decision was taken out of her hands, as the coffee maker shot out several loud spurts of liquid that always signaled that the coffee was down filling the cup.