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She’s not a groupie. She’s not a super-fan. She’s not my girlfriend, girlfriend’s friend, friend’s girlfriend, promoter’s girlfriend, promoter’s girlfriend’s friend, want-to-be girlfriend, or future ex-girlfriend.

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Coffee makes the bitch at my office tolerable. I can slap on a fake smile and pretend she’s not a horrible human being, and I can listen to Nicki Minaj without feeling like a sellout. I can crank out bullshit assignments at 8 a.m. Coffee makes me feel like fucking Grace Jones as I walk down the office hallway. I might work for the government, but I’m the biggest legal drug buyer since ugly hippies discovered salvia (RIP).