There once was a coffee pot in love with a microwave. He could have loved any other appliance, but he loved her the most.
He loved the way she lit up she had to work, warming the food of her masters. He loved the sound of her voice when she was done, announcing the end of the warming cycle. It was a chorus of angels to his ears. He loved the warm feeling he felt when she would glance his way.
One day, she could not perform her duties. She was cracked, the glow within her dimmed. Then one day, she was gone.
The coffee pot became sad, making bitter coffee. Until one day, he followed the same destiny as the microwave.
And together, they met in the
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