Coffee, she'd discovered, was tied to all sorts of memories, different for each person. Sunday mornings, friendly get-togethers, a favorite grandfather long since gone, the AA meeting that saved their life. Coffee meant something to people. Most found their lives were miserable without it. Coffee was a lot like love that way. And because Rachel believed in love, she believed in coffee, too.
Memories, even hard memories, grew soft like peaches as they grow older.
Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?
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