Hug

They were so thankful for a half pot of coffee they hugged me. Maybe I'm not as awful as I thought I was. One of the aids told me that she had sleep apnea and needs coffee to stay awake. But they hugged me. I got hugged. Five of them surrounded me and thanked me. I'm so happy. 

I almost cried.

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